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Chapter 32

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last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-04 20:22:20

Aria

The balcony door creaked wider, and I knew knew it was over before I even heard the curse.

“Got her,” a voice barked, and in seconds rough hands clamped around my arms, dragging me up from the railing like I was nothing more than a stray cat hanging off the edge.

I thrashed, twisted, kicked, but they were too many and too strong. My nails raked skin. Someone swore. A fist caught my ribs, not hard enough to break, just enough to make me lose my breath, to remind me of the balance of power.

“No! Let me go!” My voice cracked, swallowed by the sound of the wind and their boots hammering the balcony floor.

One of them laughed in my ear. “Crazy bitch nearly killed herself.”

Another jerked me upright. “Boss is gonna love this.”

They hauled me back inside, my heels scraping the floor. Every window reflected me like a ghost, hair wild, shirt twisted, eyes wide and rabid. I looked like the kind of girl I used to see in cartel cages—half-alive, fully broken.

And then I saw h
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