As Luca settled the woman into the backseat of the car, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. Her limp body was a stark reminder of the danger she had faced, and he knew that their journey was far from over.
"To the penthouse," Luca instructed the driver, his voice firm and unwavering. With a nod, the driver pulled away from the curb, the sleek black car slicing through the night like a knife through butter.
As they sped through the city streets, Luca's mind raced with thoughts of the woman lying unconscious beside him. Who was she? And what had driven her to seek refuge in the darkness of the alleyway? The questions swirled in his mind like a whirlwind, each one more urgent than the last.
But despite the uncertainty that loomed over them
