BIANCA’S POV
The thump of footsteps following behind me made my legs speed up of their own accord, and before I knew it, I was zooming along the sidewalk, my heels doing nothing to reduce my speed.
The loud sound of a gunshot permeated the air, and I lost my footing, slipping and falling chest-first onto the pavement—hard. I wheezed and prayed desperately that the cover of darkness was enough to make them blind to the woman on the floor.
I couldn’t fathom why I was being pursued. I was beyond grateful that Giovanni had been the one to pick Luca up, and they weren’t back from wherever Giovanni had taken them.
I had gotten into my house after Alessandro dropped me off. We had cut our night out short because he got a call from the company, and he had to head off to the office. Disappointment had been the only thing in my veins at that time, along with pity for my stressed boyfriend. I had expected to end the night with a phone call goodnight and a cuddle session with my baby.
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