[Alfio's Pov]
"How…how did you find me?" My whisper was barely audible, snatched by the salty wind before it could fully leave my lips.
Riccardo tilted his head, a small, cruel smile curving his mouth. "You still don't understand, do you, Alfio? You can't escape me. Wherever you go, whatever walls you hide behind, I'll always be the shadow waiting for you." His hand slid up to my jaw, forcing me to look at him. "We are meant for each other. That's the fate."
Fate? What is he talking about? No, that's not the issue here.
My stomach turned. Panic clawed at my ribs, sharp and unforgiving.
This isn't supposed to happen. This trip was supposed to be safe. Salvo brought me here.
But now, the promise felt paper-thin, fragile, and already burning.
I twisted in Riccardo's arms, desperation making my movements frantic. "Let me go. If Salvo sees us—"
