Rafaelle's POV
As I made my way to the warehouse, the ride felt like a blur because of the dark streets of the city around me and the bright headlights of cars speeding by. Each lamppost that I passed by seemed to flash by quickly, serving as a brief indication of how much time was passing.
Inside my head, my thoughts were racing at an incredible speed, as I tried very hard to figure out what Campani wanted and what his intentions might be. Was this whole situation a kind of test for me, a clever plan on his part to see how strong my determination was?
Or could there be something even more frightening going on behind the scenes? All these different possibilities filled my mind, creating a storm of doubt and worry that left me feeling uneasy.
“We have arrived, Mr. Raf,” Hugo sa
