The car sped through the dark streets until it finally screeched to a halt outside a deserted warehouse. The moment the door opened, Enzo grabbed me again, hauling me inside the creepy warehouse. The air smelled of rust, dirt, and gasoline, the lights flickering against the walls.
And standing in the center of the room—waiting—were two figures.
One was Lorenzo Ricci.
The other?
Seraphina Marone.
Seraphina's lips curled in amusement as she stepped forward, arms crossed.
"You weren't supposed to know, sweetheart," Her voice was soft, condescending. Mocking. "But don't worry—you won't leave this place alive."
Lorenzo stepped beside Seraphina, his expression unreadable. "Did you really think you could outsmart me, Valeria?" His tone was smooth, almost amused.
I met his gaze, my expression blank. "I was hoping for it."
Seraphina laughed, walking in slow, devastated steps toward me. "You were always so naive. That's what made you perfect for this role."
She tilted her head, eyes glowing like a viper. "Tell me, did you really believe Lorenzo ever loved you?"
I didn't answer. Because I already knew the truth.