Love or Justice

The Escape

We moved through the mansion, a ghost in the chaos, our movements swift and silent. Alessandro led the way, his rifle raised, his eyes scanning for any sign of danger. We passed fallen bodies, shattered furniture, and the remnants of a once-grand mansion.

We reached a hidden passage, a secret tunnel that led to the basement. Alessandro pushed open a heavy steel door, and we descended into the darkness.

The tunnel was damp and cold, the air thick with the smell of mildew and earth. We moved through the darkness, our footsteps echoing in the silence.

We emerged into a hidden garage, a vast space filled with luxury cars and motorcycles. Alessandro led me to a high-powered motorcycle, its sleek black frame gleaming in the dim light.

"Get on," he said, his voice hard.

I hesitated, my eyes filled with doubt. "Where are we going?"

"Away from here," he said, his voice laced with a cold determination. "We're leaving this place."

He started the engine, the roar of the motorcycle echoing through the garage. I climbed on behind him, my heart pounding in my chest.

We sped out of the garage, through a hidden exit, and into the night. The city lights blurred as we raced through the streets, the sounds of sirens and gunfire fading into the distance.