Claimed by the Mafia Biker
“Listen to me. No matter what happens, you do not let go of her. Understand?”
My lip trembled. “What are you going to do?”
“Six…”
“I said, do you understand?” Cruz barked, his eyes piercing mine.
“Yes,” I whispered, my whole body trembling.
“Five…”
Cruz inhaled, steadying himself. Then, under his breath, so low only I could hear: “I love you.”
The world stopped. My heart stuttered.
“Four…”
Before I could even respond, Cruz moved.
He fired—not at the leader, but at the spotlight above, shattering glass and plunging half the clearing into sudden darkness.