Chapter 33 Luca Romano At Your Service

• My head pounded as I slipped in and out of consciousness. The world around me was shifting—movement, the low hum of an engine, the cold bite of metal against my wrists.
• I forced my eyes open, but everything was a blur. The air was thick with the scent of gasoline and something musty, like damp cloth and rusted iron. A van. I was in a van.
• Panic surged through me like wildfire, sending adrenaline pumping through my veins. My hands were bound in front of me—zip ties, cutting into my skin. My ankles, too.