THE HOSTAGE'S DILEMMA
LUCA
My fingers gingerly button the last of my shirt. My eyes scan my reflection in the full-length mirror in my closet. For some reason, I feel giddy. It’s probably because I’m expecting good news.
My phone, resting on the mahogany, vibrates with a persistent urgency. Natalie. I don’t even need to glance at the caller ID; it was already expected. A slow, self-satisfied smirk stretches across my lips, mirroring the cold triumph in my eyes. Mia is in my custody. The thought settles deep in my chest, a gratifying weight. I feel a surge of exhilaration, a dark pleasure that vibrates through my veins. I mentally pat myself on the back, the ghost of my hand tapping my shoulder. My instincts, as a
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