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The sensation gnaws at me, like a nagging itch I can't quite reach.
I try to push those feelings aside, reminding myself that this man is supposed to be my lifeline, my ticket to freedom from the Mafia.
But I can't shake the feeling that there's more to this situation than meets the eye.
"Are you feeling alright, Diana?" Agent Miller asks, noticing my hesitation.
I reply, forcing a smile onto my face. "I just... I'm still trying to wrap my head around everything."
"Understandable," he says, his eyes searching mine for any sign of fear or doubt.
"But remember, you're safe now. You've made the right choice by coming to us."
"Thank you," I whisper, trying to convince myself that I can trust him.
As we step outside, the cool evening air wraps around me like a blanket, providing a small measure of comfort amidst the turmoil of my thoughts.
As we head towards his car, I can't help but feel a sense of foreboding.
My intuition has never steered me wrong before, and I know that I should listen to it now.
But what choice do I have?
If Agent Miller isn't the answer, then who is?
"Remember," he says as he opens the car door for me, "this is just the first step in your journey to freedom. It won't be easy, but you're strong, Diana. You'll get through this."
"Thank you," I reply, my voice barely audible.
And as I climb into the car, the feeling that something isn't right lingers, making me question everything I thought I knew about trust, survival, and the path to freedom.
I sit in the passenger seat of Agent Miller's car.
The leather interior feels cold against my skin.
As we drive, I try to focus on anything other than the growing dread settling in my stomach, which leads me to absentmindedly run my fingers along the door handle.
My fingertips graze something small and metallic, hidden beneath the handle.
Curious, I pull it out, revealing a familiar-looking pendant - a silver skull with crossed bones behind it.
A chill runs down my spine as recognition washes over me.
This pendant... it belongs to Damon Atwell, the hitman who was chasing me.
I had seen him wearing it around his neck the night he attacked us at the diner.
The first time I saw him.
"Agent Miller," I say, my voice shaky as I try to mask my panic.
"Where did you find this pendant?"
He glances over at me, his eyes narrowing for a moment before he forces a casual smile onto his face.
"Oh, that? It must have been left by one of the suspects I've been tracking. They tend to leave little trinkets like that behind."
"Really?" I ask, my mind racing as I struggle to keep my composure.
