Venice glanced into the side mirror, spotting the sleek black car tailing her, its headlights casting an ominous glow as it closed the gap.
A smirk tugged at her lips as she reached for her Bluetooth earpiece, slipping it in place before dialing Edward with a quick tap on the console.
The line barely rang before Edward picked up. “I’m waiting for you on Old Street,” he said, his voice steady but laced with a hint of urgency.
“I’ve got company,” Venice replied, casting another glance at the pursuing vehicle. “Pretty sure it’s Marcel’s man. I’m going to be late; I need to lose him first.”
“Venice,” Edward cautioned, “don’t do anything that could make Marcel more suspicious.”
She chuckled, her eyes narrowing with determination. “He’s already suspicious, Edward. It’s time he realized he’
