"Is this what we’re going to be doing from now on? Just carrying out operations for them?" Grace asked, turning her head toward Alex, her voice thick with frustration. The memory of the casino owner's sudden shift in tone still vibrated in her chest.
Grace sat back down in her corner, her fingers trembling slightly as she unbuttoned the stiff collar of the leather jacket.
Alex leaned her head back against the damp concrete wall, letting out a long sigh that seemed to drain the remaining color from her cheeks. "I really wish to go home," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the small barred window above them. "Just to a normal day. Anything but this."
A tight knot formed in Grace’s throat. She swallowed hard, a soft sniff escaping her as she pulled her knees back up to her chest, seeking any
