Chapter 38 Shadows On The Highway

• The villa stood silent and imposing as the car pulled up to the driveway. The earlier chaos of gunfire and shouts now seemed a distant nightmare, though the tension lingered in the air like a storm cloud that refused to dissipate.
• Marco stepped out first, his movements sharp and deliberate as he surveyed the area. His shirt was streaked with blood—thankfully not his—but his expression remained unreadable, the calm mask of a man who lived through such violence daily.
• He turned to the car and reached for Sofia, his hand firm but gentle as he helped her out. Her legs wobbled beneath her, and the cool evening air did nothing to stop the tremors that racked her body.