Dark Obsession
I’ve never felt so helpless.
We finally pull into an underground garage beneath what looks like an old abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. The moment the engine cuts off, two men rush forward to help. Silvano tries to stand on his own, but his legs buckle. I cry out as he slumps heavily against me.
“Easy,” one of the men says, taking most of his weight. “We’ve got you, boss.”
They half-carry him through a reinforced door and down a narrow corridor that opens into a surprisingly well-furnished safe house. Concrete walls, low lighting, several rooms branching off a central area. It smells faintly of disinfectant and gun oil.
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