Luciano

LUCIANO'S POV

I wait across from the spa for a few minutes and eventually see her walking out of it.

A beauty to behold as her hair cascades down her figure in enchanting waves. Her figure, a sight for the eyes in her black ankle-long gown that hugs her body, displaying her curves in full view to be admired by all who walk past her. Sunglasses adorn her face, keeping her beautiful eyes shielded from the sun.

I can't help but be proud that she is mine.

She spots me where I am parked in a pretty secluded location and makes her way to me. Her gait, the epitome of modelling art as she could easily pass for a supermodel with the way she struts towards me.

Just then, a feeling of dread washes over me like a sort of premonition that something bad was about to happen.

Just as I thought that, the sound of screeching car tires filled the quiet street as a car rounds a sharp just a few meters from her at a high speed, drifting in the process and using that momentum to head straight for her.

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