# CHAPTER 2 — RUN
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# CHAPTER 2 — RUN
Amara had never run so fast in her life.
Luca Moretti dragged her through the cemetery while bullets tore through gravestones behind them.
“Let go of me!”
“No.”
“I can run by myself!”
“You're running in heels.”
“I don't care!”
“You will when you break your neck.”
She glared at him.
How could this man sound so calm?
People were shooting at them.
His men were shooting back.
And Luca looked like he was taking an evening stroll.
They reached a black SUV.
Luca opened the passenger door.
“Get in.”
“No.”
His eyebrow lifted.
“No?”
“I don't know you.”
“You know enough.”
“I know you're a murderer.”
“And you're currently being hunted by people who want you dead.”
He leaned closer.
“Get in the car, Amara.”
The way he said her name made her pause.
“How do you know my name?”
Silence.
Luca's expression became unreadable.
“Get in.”
“No.”
She turned to run.
Luca caught her wrist.
Before she could scream, another bullet struck the vehicle.
His body immediately moved in front of hers.
He shielded her.
The gunfire stopped.
Luca looked over his shoulder.
“Are you hurt?”
Amara stared at him.
“No.”
He released her.
“Good.”
Then he turned toward his men.
“Kill them.”
Amara's eyes widened.
“What?”
Luca opened the car door again.
“Inside.”
She climbed in.
The second the doors locked, the vehicle sped away.
Amara pressed herself against the window.
“Where are you taking me?”
“My house.”
“I'm not going anywhere with you.”
“You already are.”
“I'll call the police.”
Luca laughed softly.
It was the first emotion she'd heard in his voice.
“Call them.”
She pulled out her phone.
No signal.
Of course.
She looked at him suspiciously.
“Did you—”
“Yes.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“You blocked my phone.”
“I had your phone disconnected from every network.”
“Why?”
“Because whoever is hunting you can track it.”
Amara stared at him.
“You're insane.”
“Probably.”
He looked out the window.
Then his phone rang.
Luca answered.
“Speak.”
A man's frantic voice came through the speaker.
Luca's jaw tightened.
“What do you mean the house was searched?”
Amara's blood ran cold.
“What house?”
Luca looked at her.
“Yours.”
Her heart stopped.
“My mother—”
“She wasn't there.”
“Where is she?”
“I don't know.”
Amara grabbed his arm.
“You said you would protect me!”
Luca looked down at her fingers.
Then back into her eyes.
“I said I would protect you.”
“My mother is missing!”
His expression hardened.
“I know.”
“Then find her!”
“I will.”
“You don't understand!”
“I understand perfectly.”
He leaned closer.
“Your father knew this was coming.”
Amara shook her head.
“My father didn't know anything.”
“He knew.”
“No.”
“He left instructions.”
Luca reached into his jacket.
He pulled out a small envelope.
Amara recognized the handwriting immediately.
Her father's.
Her hands trembled.
“Where did you get that?”
“Your father gave it to me three weeks ago.”
She stared at him.
“My father died three days ago.”
“I know.”
Amara slowly opened the envelope.
Inside was one sentence.
DO NOT TRUST LUCA MORETTI.
She looked up.
Luca was watching her.
He didn't look surprised.
He looked almost amused.
“Your father always was a terrible liar.”
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