Sam’s POV
His voice had a familiar edge, cold, sharpI felt my body tensing.I heard footsteps behind me, and my heart skipped a beat. Franco. I slowed my pace, trying to steady my breath. I couldn’t get caught. Not now. Not when I was this close.
Going somewhere? He asked.
Franco stepped forward, his tall frame towering over me. He wasn’t a man I could take lightly. His eyes glinted with a cold amusement as he sized me up.
“You think you can just leave and no one will care?” He took another step, his voice low, almost taunting. “You’re injured, Sam. You’re in no shape to be running off on your own.”
. Was he aware of my escape. He must’ve been watching me.
I turned slowly, meeting Franco’s gaze. My chest burned with the effort of keeping my breathing steady.
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