From the shadows of an alleyway, a figure appeared. Before Lena could even react, a hand shot out from behind and covered her mouth, dragging her into the darkness.
Lena
"Let me go! What do you want from me?" she screamed, but her voice was muffled by the thick cloth now tied around her mouth.
The van jolted as it began moving, taking her further away from everything she knew.
Minutes—maybe hours—later, the van finally stopped. Lena was roughly yanked from the vehicle, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She was shoved into a large, dimly lit building, her eyes adjusting to the low light.
A man in a sharp suit stood waiting in front of her, his posture exuding power. His gaze was cold, calculating, as he assessed her from head to toe. She couldn’t see much of his face, but she knew one thing for certain—he wasn’t someone to mess with.
Ivan Volk
"Who is she?"
underling
"She... she was the one we were supposed to grab, boss. The girl from the address you gave us."
Ivan Volk
"No. This is the wrong girl."
Lena
"I Wasn’t the person they’d been searching for?!!" Her heart dropped to her stomach." So, This was no dark romance, no thrilling story, I was trapped?!! "
Ivan Volk
Frustrated sigh, pacing as he processed the situation. "Take her back. We can't have any mistakes. She’s not the one."
Lena
But Lena didn’t hear the rest. Her mind was spinning. How had she ended up in a situation like this? How was she supposed to get out? There were no romantic undertones here, no mafia man to fall in love with her. This was real, and it was terrifying.
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