Lillianna’s Point of View
When I left Grace's place, I noticed someone following me at a distance. I didn’t slow down or acknowledge that I was aware of their presence. Working for the organization, I knew they were not working independently. If the driver were following me, there would be another person nearby. I knew it was too good to be true that Aamon was on his own. After all, he was the Don’s grandson, the heir to the organization.
I turned onto a rural road to get off my bike and hide amongst the trees to give myself cover if I needed to defend myself. The one thing I had left was my life, and as much as it sucked right now, it was mine. I wasn’t going to give it up lightly. I slowed down, parked quickly and then ran into the forest, waiting for a vehicle that never came. Intere
