Elena's POV My chest tightens. For a second, I can’t breathe, like the air’s been sucked out of the alley. His tone isn’t angry or dramatic, it's it’s casual, like we’re discussing coffee orders instead of my life.I glance around, hoping someone else might intervene, but no one’s even looking at me. The men surrounding him are busy—cleaning up the scene, securing weapons, checking the bodies like they’ve done it a hundred times. No one questions him. No one asks what to do with me.I glance toward the alley mouth, where the faint sound of sirens is starting to carry on the wind.“There’s still time,” I say, barely able to hear myself. “You could leave me here. I won’t say anything.”His head tilts, just slightly, like he’s weighing that.“There’s an empty trunk,” he says, voice smooth, almost gentle now. “And three fresh graves already dug.”I freeze, but he doesn’t move. That’s when I know—he means every word.My knees weaken, but I force myself to stay standing even though the re
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