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It had been too long since that reckless night together. An appetite had awoken in me that I was powerless to resist, no matter the risk.
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I wove the sports car swiftly through sparse late night traffic. Just a few more minutes until the hotel where Natalia waited.
Glancing in the rearview mirror, I noticed a black sedan pull out and follow from a distance. My instincts flared—too far back to just be heading the same way.
I took a few rapid turns down side streets. The sedan stayed stubbornly behind. Fuck. I was being tailed.
Gripping the wheel tighter, I floored the accelerator. The engine roared as I blew through a red light, cutting off a minivan. Horns blared but I didn't let up.
The sedan kept pace, matching each reckless turn. Whoever was chasing me was good. I pushed the car faster, weaving dangerously.
Suddenly, gunshots rang out, shattering my back window. Adrenaline spiking, I swerved hard as more bullets peppered the sedan. But the persistent vehicle stayed on me.
Jaw clenched, I whipped the sports car around alleyways and side streets, barely slowing for intersections. The sedan clung tight to my tail.
Up ahead, an 18-wheeler lumbered into my path. With no time to hesitate, I wrenched the wheel left, shooting the gap between the truck and parked cars. Metal screeched as I scraped through.
In the rearview mirror, I saw the sedan wasn't so lucky—it pinballed off the truck with a crunching bang. My pulse raced, but I couldn't celebrate yet. I had to lose them and get to Natalia before backup arrived...
Natalia's POV:
The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly as I sat tensely watching the elevator doors. Guests and hotel staff streamed in and out, casting curious glances my way.
I kept checking the ornate gold clock on the wall. It was already 15 minutes past when Leonardo and I had arranged to meet in the lobby. A knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach.
Where was he? It wasn't like Leonardo to be late without word, especially for something so perilous. Had something happened to delay him? Or had he simply changed his mind about taking such a risk to be with me tonight?
I shifted restlessly on the velvet sofa, smoothing my dress again. Other guests waiting in the lobby were shooting me pitying looks now. I felt ridiculous and exposed, a foolish girl pathetically stood up by her date.
But in my heart, I knew Leonardo would not abandon me willfully. If he hadn't come down yet from the suite, something must be wrong. I considered asking the front desk to ring up to the room, but thought better of it. Any connection between us could prove catastrophic.
As more minutes ticked by, my worry mounted. Wild scenarios raced through my mind - Leonardo discovered and detained by my father's men, a surprise ambush, an accident...
I wrung my hands anxiously in my lap, foot tapping. Where was he? Had coming here been a terrible mistake? I should never have let us risk so much for a few stolen hours together.
The opulent lobby now seemed claustrophobic as I sat waiting in agony. The gold clock ticked past another hour in deafening silence. No word, no sign from Leonardo.
My heart twisted in my chest. "Where are you, Leonardo?" I whispered in despair. Our perfect night was slipping away, while dread engulfed me...
Leonardo's POV:
The wrecked sedan was receding in my rearview when two more sets of headlights swung onto the street behind me. Sleek motorcycles, coming up fast. Backup had arrived.
I clenched my jaw, adrenaline surging as I realized the extent of the forces after me. This went beyond someone randomly tailing me after a job. Someone wanted me caught or dead.
Putting my head down, I tore through downtown, weaving dangerously between patches of traffic. The motorcycles kept pace, splitting lanes behind me.
I didn't recognize the riders, but their intent was clear - run me off the road by any means necessary. This was an orchestrated ambush.
I couldn't lead them back to Natalia waiting. Gripping the wheel fiercely, I made a hard right, punching the accelerator north out of downtown. The bikes skidded and followed.
As I flew through an intersection, one pulled up dangerously close alongside me. Before I could react, the rider smashed his boot into my door, caving the panel in with a screech of protesting metal.
Cursing, I swerved hard into the bike, bumping it off course. The rider wobbled but quickly regained control, swearing violently at me through his helmet.
Up ahead, I spotted my chance - an 18-wheeler approaching in the oncoming lane...
