~Tiara
The car pulled up outside the estate gates, the headlights slicing through the early morning darkness. The driver, a gruff-looking man in his late forties, barely spared us a glance as we slid into the back seat.
Antonio went in first, his movements sharp and precise. I followed closely, keeping my head down, my hoodie pulled over my hair. The door shut with a soft thud, and within seconds, the car rumbled to life, easing onto the empty street.
I settled into my seat, pressing my palms against my thighs to stop them from trembling. My heart was pounding—fast, erratic. It wasn’t fear. It was excitement.
This was it.
We were finally leaving.
Antonio and I sat apart, an intentional distance between us. We couldn't risk suspicion. The driver was a stranger, and while he
