The wind howled as Elena drove at a breakneck speed, her knuckles white as she gripped the steering wheel. The road ahead was dark, and the trees lining it seemed to loom closer with every passing second.
In the backseat, Francesca huddled next to Angelo, her face pale and drawn, the fear in her eyes mirroring that of her father’s. They had narrowly escaped Enrico’s men, but the tension in the car was thick enough to cut with a knife.
The car came to a screeching halt in a secluded area far from the main road, surrounded by thick woods that offered a natural cover. Elena finally allowed herself to exhale, her breath shaky as she switched off the engine. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sound of their rapid breathing.
Without a word, Angelo pushed open the car
