LANA
He stormed out of the bathroom with aggression, his frustration evident in every step. He was frantic, searching everywhere with a wild, desperate energy—like a wounded lion cornered and enraged.
“Lana, get out now! If I lay my hands on you, I swear I’ll tear you apart and make you suffer slowly—until not a single part of your body remains intact,” Bernardo roared, his voice trembling with fury.
The intensity of his words only heightened my anxiety. Suddenly, the door was kicked open with force, and gunshots rang out, shattering the tense silence.
I watched as two pairs of shoes hurriedly moved around, and the chaos made my nerves fray. I clenched my fists tightly, praying that Maximum and his men had arrived in time.
After what felt like an eternity, I heard Maximum’s voice cutting through the chaos, calling out, “Where is she? Where’s my wife?”
Hearing his voice sent a jolt through me. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my emotions tangled in a confusing storm. Just hearing him ag
