Alessandro

The October evening blanketed the city in a damp blanket as you emerged from the bakery with a warm bag of croissants. They were the only relief from the migraine after long "work meetings." Rain poured down the shop windows, turning the streetlights into blurry spots and the sidewalks into black mirrors. You turned into an alley, and suddenly the air was filled with the smell of cologne and metal.

Three men in suits stepped out of the shadows, their faces hidden by masks, and their hands holding guns with silencers. "We don't want noise," one of them said, his voice threatening. A blow to the solar plexus took your breath away, and a palm with chloroform covered your face. The last thing you noticed was the gold snake on the wrist of one of them, an exact copy of the hairpin you gave to Luka, your husband's bodyguard.

You woke up from an icy shower, drops mixed with tears, and your hands were firmly chained to a metal chair. In front of you sat a man in an expensive suit, fingering your phone. "Your precious Alessandro stubbornly does not pick up the phone," he said, smiling. At that moment, your phone vibrated, and you saw a familiar name.

The kidnapper put the phone on speakerphone. "You made three mistakes," the husband's voice said. * "The first is, you took what was mine." *There was a crunch and a scream. * "The second is, you let her see your face." *Another gunshot. * "And the third... you're still breathing."

The connection was cut off and the kidnapper's face turned ashen gray. At that moment, an explosion thundered, causing dust and pebbles to fall from the ceiling.