Chapter 45: Questions Without Answers

My head still throbbed from the harsh hair-pulling, my cheek tingled, and I could still feel the tightness around my neck.

Where was that sense of safety? Where was the confidence I felt when I asked the driver to drop me off far from the Club?

It had all vanished. I felt weak, powerless. Without realizing it, I had grown accustomed to a life where I didn’t need to be on high alert every second, a life that, despite being terrifying, was still better than the one I’d had since losing my father.

I lifted my eyes. Harry was now walking ahead of me, while Jack followed behind. The silence in that narrow corridor made the moment even more oppressive and intimidating. Those men were massive, strong, and more than capable of taking a life. I chose to stay silent and focus on organizing my thoughts and emotions, but Jack didn’t seem to share my sentiment.

“That guy seemed familiar to me,” he said. My body jolted slightly, and I swallowed hard.

“I don’t think that’s possible, Mr. Harris,” I r