A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD
His stride shifted, and his body angled toward me.
I didn’t flinch. Silent killers don’t panic. We observe. We wait. So, I kept running, my heart beating a little harder now, but not from the jog. I didn’t look at him directly, but I could feel him getting closer, his footsteps syncing with mine.
Before I knew it, we were both heading straight toward each other. Neither of us slowed down. It was as if we were testing who would stop first.
Then—bam!
We collided. My shoulder bumped into his, hard enough to knock me slightly off balance. My headphones slipped off and hit the ground with a dull thud. I stopped, breathing heavily, my eyes locked on the man now standing in front of me.