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“Not particularly,” I retort, attempting to mask the fear layering my voice with indifference. Leone’s dark eyes narrow on me for a moment, he lets out another low chuckle, the sound more menacing than humorous.
“Brave,” he muses almost to himself, reaching out with one hand and trailing a finger down my cheek, smearing the blood still wet from his earlier fight. I shiver at his touch, though I remain still, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing my discomfort.
Rocco grunts something from the front seat, pulling Leone’s attention away from me. I quietly release the breath I’ve been holding, sagging back against the seat and closing my eyes again.
As the car races through dark city streets, the adrenaline coursing through me dissipates, replaced by a gnawing dread. My ha
