Ysabelle's POVThe hallway felt smaller, tighter, parang unti-unti kaming sinisiksik ng kapalaran sa isang sulok na wala nang labasan. Two men stood on opposite ends—parehong nakaitim, parehong malamig ang tingin, parehong alam ang ginagawa nila.My grip on Evan’s hand was painful, but he never let go—kahit nararamdaman kong nanginginig siya, kahit nararamdaman kong bumibilis ang tibok ng puso niya.“Stay behind me,” he murmured.His voice was low, steady—but the tremor… hindi niya kayang itago.Matteo’s man subtly raised his weapon, nakatingin sa dalawang uma-abang sa amin.“Back away,” he warned. “This doesn’t have to turn—”“Into what?” the man in front interrupted, stepping forward. “A problem?”His tone was casual, like he wasn’t cornering us. His eyes, however, told a different story—calculated, wicked, unbothered by the threat of a gun.Evan placed his arm across my waist, his body shielding mine completely.The second man behind us spoke. “Mr. Cortez, sumama na lang kayo nang
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