The engine hummed quietly as she drove into the moonlit night, winding through the narrow turns of the mountain road.
The silver reflection of the sea shimmered beside her, casting a calm glow, almost ironic after the storm she had just caused.
For a moment, it felt peaceful. Her foot pressed lightly on the pedal, and the wind played with her loose strands of hair.
But her mind wasn't at ease. There were still too many unanswered questions. Too many shadows tied to her past. The further she looked, the deeper the web grew.
Somewhere far across the city, another storm was brewing.
Veronica paced in her room like a caged beast. Her phone remained still on the table, the screen blank. No updates. No news from Tom, the leader of the Shark Gang.
Her nerves were fraying.
She had made a promise. One she couldn't afford to break. The faceless benefactor who had promised her a place in the Queen Group had one condition—kill Aurora within two days. Simple.
