Chapter 41

• Belle****
• The car came to a stop, its headlights slicing through the damp alleyway. The air was thick with the scent of rain and gasoline. Victor stepped out, his tall frame commanding the dimly lit space, the flickering neon sign behind him casting an eerie glow on his face. His eyes found me instantly, dark and unreadable. I raised my gun to shoot, but there aren't any bullets left in the chamber.
• Victor's lips curled into a sinister smile. "Game over, Belle," he said smoothly, his voice laced with amusement. "You've run far enough. Now, be a good girl and come with me."