All Chapters of Fifty Shades Of Lovia : Chapter 81 - Chapter 82

The safe house was a nondescript brownstone in Brooklyn, tucked away on a quiet street where the neighbors minded their own business and the nuns who ran it asked no questions. We pulled up just as dawn cracked the horizon, the sky bleeding pink and orange like a fresh wound. The van's engine ticked as it cooled, and I could hear the girls in the back—whispers in languages I half-understood, sniffles muffled by exhaustion and relief. Twenty lives pulled from the brink, their chains still dangling from wrists like grim jewelry. Shane killed the headlights, his face shadowed but eyes sharp, scanning the street for tails."We're clear," he muttered, hand on his Glock as he stepped out. I followed, my shoulder throbbing under the hasty bandage—blood seeping through, a hot reminder of the graze. The fog from the docks clung to our clothes, mixing with the metallic tang of gunpowder and sweat.Sister Maria met us at the door, her habit crisp despite the hour, eyes kind but knowing. She'd