Erica
My whole body tensed as the arm around my waist tightened and the blade of the knife dug into my throat threatening to slice it open. Until now, with Antonio I hadn’t worried about getting hurt like this but now I wasn’t certain anymore. My wide eyes went to Antonio, I didn’t know why but I looked at him like he was the only one who could save me. I couldn’t see the man behind me but he felt dangerous in a way I was unable to put into words.
“Well, look at that, we meet at last.” The man from behind me drawled, making goosebumps rise on my skin. I couldn’t detect his accent as there was nothing that would tell me from where he was. He couldn’t be with Z, otherwise why would he hold me at knife point, like he wasn an enemy.
Antonio arched his brow. “Who the fûck are you?”
“Aww...
