Don's Fiancée

After fleeing her adoptive father and falling into the clutches of the Russian mafia, Lianna sought sanctuary in the United States, believing New York City would be her haven from her dark past. Unbeknownst to her, the city held an even darker underbelly, luring her further into its treacherous depths. As I attempted to distance myself from the nightmare, a menacing figure stood up abruptly from his chair, causing it to topple behind him. His grip tightened around my throat, lifting me off the ground and pressing me against the wall, his hot breath mingling with the smoke that surrounded us. "You think I'm playing?" he growled, his eyes flashing with anger. "Tell me, Alexa, or face a fate worse than death." My lungs burning, I silently wished for release, knowing the end might be merciful. He demanded, "Where is it?" His hand clenched around a ragged knife, its tip tracing the edge of my dress, sending chills down my spine. "Where have you hidden my father?" This encounter was a chilling reminder of the mature and dangerous world that still pursued her, despite her attempts to escape.