Gino’s head felt heavier with each passing second.
"Something wrong?" Delilah asked, her tone deceptively sweet, her gaze narrowing as she observed him.
He forced a nod, struggling to stay alert, but his voice came out in a whisper, "Just… tired… so tired…"
His hand slipped from the wheel, and Delilah’s lips curved into a smirk, watching him intently as his eyelids drooped, his head tilting slightly.
"Maybe you should take a nap," she said, her voice barely above a murmur.
Gino’s eyelids fluttered as he struggled to stay conscious, a losing battle against the dizziness overtaking him.
Within moments, his head slumped against the seat, his breathing deepening as he drifted into unconsciousness.
Delilah waited a beat, watching his still form, then slid out of the car through the rear
