(Angelo's POV)
Presly's puzzled expression mirrored the confusion swirling within her as she questioned, "Warn me about what exactly?" The weight of my revelation hung heavy, and I took a deep breath, the city's distant hum offering a faint backdrop to the impending disclosure.
My mind raced, contemplating the delicate balance between truth and protecting Presly. The streetlights outside flickered as if uncertain of the wisdom in unraveling the web of secrets that had bound us all.
"There's someone, Presly. Max. He's targeting you," I confessed, the words feeling heavy as they left my lips. The neon glow from a nearby sign painted transient patterns on her face, capturing the gravity of the situation.
Presly's eyes widened, a mix of shock and disbelief clouding her features. The city,
