The moment the words left Elena's lips, something in Alessio shifted. His grip on her loosened, but his eyes—those cold, ruthless eyes—burned with satisfaction.
She had finally admitted it.
She was his.
And he was never letting her go.
But just as his fingers brushed against her cheek, a sudden crash shattered the moment.
The doors burst open.
Gunfire erupted.
"Elena—!"
Alessio shoved her behind him just as his men scrambled to respond, bullets flying through the air. The room was chaos—shouting, bodies hitting the ground, blood.
Then—
A pair of strong hands grabbed her from behind.
Before she could scream, a cloth pressed against her mouth.
The sickly-sweet scent of chloroform filled her lungs.
Her vision blurred.
She reached for Alessio—
But darkness swallowed her before she could touch him.