Chapter Fifty Three.

I observe a faint shadow cast over me as I hide my head with my hands and crush my shaking body against the tree.

A growl that I am all too familiar with fills my ears and my heart sinks. 

[How the fuck did this bastard find us?]

"Come cazzo ci ha trovato questo bastardo?" Trent grounds out through gritted teeth as he yanks me to my feet. 

I scream when my back collides with the tree trunk. He holds a knife to my throat, and his bruised face is only a whisper from mine.

"Today we will both die, Mila. Your precious Ace is dead, you will be next and Aydem will be assassinated by the Bratva. They have been informed that the Turkish fuckers slit their princesses throat while she slept." He says grimly.

Trent twists his neck to the side, looking into the distance of where he believes the bullets are soaring from.

I close my eyes, wishing I were somewhere else except here. With him and with the knife's blade pressing firmly