Chapter 50
Nina’s POV
My knees hit the wet asphalt with a sharp crack that sent pain shooting up my legs, but I barely felt it. The world narrowed to a tunnel of black spots and flashing red lights, my lungs seizing up like they had forgotten how to work.
The sheik’s men advanced, their dark suits blending into the shadows cast by the burning cars, earpieces glinting under the strobe of emergency beams. The leader with the scar sneered, his scarred cheek twisting as he reached for me. “Time to go, package. The sheik hates delays.”
Enzo stepped fully in front of me, his body a solid barrier between us and them. His gun was already up, steady in his grip, the barrel catching the orange glow from a nearby flaming sedan. “You’re not taking her,” he said, voice low and deadly, no hint o
