ELENA
The city at night was never quiet. Even in the back alleys, you could still hear the thrum of traffic, the faint hum of neon signs, and the occasional siren slicing through the dark.
my shoes clicked against the pavement as I hurried down the alley, clutching my bag close.i hate cutting through here,but the main road was blocked and I was already late.But I told myself it was fine just a shortcut.
Then I heard a gunshot
My whole body froze,a chill racing down my spine.my first thought was to run and pretend I didn't hear anything,but out of curiosity I went forward
Three men under a lone streetlight. One on his knees, blood blooming across his shirt as he begged in a language I didn't understand. Two suited men stood on either side of him, stone-faced, silent.
And then there was him
The man with the gun
He didn't belong to this world of cracked pavement and rusting dumpsters. He looked like he'd stepped out of a different one entirely—a world of power and sharp edges. His suit was black and perfectly tailored, his dark hair slicked back, his expression unreadable.his presence filled the ally like a smoke,dark, suffocating, impossible to ignore,his expression was calm, almost detached,as though killing was no different to him than breathing .
This is what betrayal costs.he said voice smooth and accented every word dominating and a quiet threat.
Then he pulled the trigger
The man dropped lifeless to the ground.
I couldn't move.i couldn't breathe.A tiny gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it
His head turned
His eyes met mine
I knew,in that instant,I was dead.people didn't witness execution and live to tell the story.Especially not executions carried out by men like him.
The two suited men reached for their weapons, tense, waiting for his order. The world narrowed to the sound of my pulse thundering in my ears. I knew what happened next. I wasn't supposed to see this. Witnesses didn't survive.
But instead of raising his gun, he walked towards,me slowly, purposefully.Each step sends chill down my spine
The sound of his shoes against the pavement was too loud, too sharp, each step a countdown I couldn't stop. I pressed back against the wall, nails digging into the leather of my bag. Every part of me screamed to run, but I was trapped by the weight of his stare.
my heart thundering so hard I thought it might explode
When he stopped Infront of me,his gaze raked over my face, sharp, curious, dangerous like he was memorizing me or checking how best to kill me .
The his lips curved in a smirk.
"Bring her", he ordered
strong hands seized me before I would scream
And just like that,my life wasn't mine anymore
And as his eyes followed me, calm, unshaken, curious, I realized the worst part.
He didn't kill me.
Which meant he had other plans