(Narrator’s POV)The air outside the club was thicker than inside, smoke curled from cigarettes, clinging to the night like ghosts,bbottles lay broken against the gutter and somewhere in the distance a dog barked, sharp and restles as though it too sensed something around the streetsThe men who dragged Rosalie out of the room hardly spoke. Their hands were strong, their steps quick. She stumbled between them, half awakeOn the opposite side of the street, halfnhidden by shadows, a man stood watching, he wasn’t one of the usual drunk customers hanging around for another roun, hhe wore a coat too fine for this part of the city, his shoes polished, his back stiff, he wasn’t there for pleasure, he was there for dutyAlessandro’s eyes in the dark.The kidnappers noticed him before Rosalie did, she barely noticed anything the pill still worked inside her, pulling her into a heavy fog. But the men noticed, criminal instincts were sharp, every glance, every shift in the night , every moveme
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