CHAPTER FOUR
BAIT'S TRAP
"Vincenzo, be careful," Sophia whispered. "Marco has a plan. He's going to use me as bait to lure you into a trap."
Vincenzo's eyes narrowed. He knew that Marco was capable of anything. He quickly untied Sophia and pulled her into his arms.
"We have to get out of here, now," he whispered.
Sophia nodded, and together they made their way back through the corridors, trying to find a way out.
But Marco was hot on their heels, his gun drawn.
"You'll never escape me, Vincenzo," Marco snarled.
Vincenzo and Sophia kept running, their hearts pounding in their chests. They knew they had to keep moving if they wanted to stay alive.
Finally, they saw a glimmer of light ahead. It was a door, and it was slightly ajar.
Vincenzo pushed it open, and they both tumbled out into the night air.
They were free, but they knew that Marco would be coming for them.
They started to run, their hearts pounding in their chests. They knew that they had to keep moving if they wanted to stay alive.
As they ran, Vincenzo knew that he had to protect Sophia at all costs. He would do whatever it took to keep her safe.
And so, they kept running, their hearts pounding in their chests, their love for each other growing stronger with every step.
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Vincenzo's mind was racing. He had to think of a way to escape and rescue Sophia. He looked around the room, trying to find anything that could help him.
That's when he saw it. A small, sharp object on the floor. It was a piece of broken glass.
Vincenzo picked it up, careful not to cut himself. He looked at Marco, who was smirking at him.
"You think that's going to help you?" Marco said, laughing. "You're no match for me, Vincenzo."
Vincenzo didn't say anything. He just smiled, a plan forming in his mind.
He pretended to surrender, putting his hands up in defeat. Marco laughed, thinking he had won.
But Vincenzo was just playing a trick. He used the glass to cut the ropes that bound his hands. Then, he lunged at Marco, determined to save Sophia.
Marco was taken aback. He didn't expect Vincenzo to escape so easily.
The two men fought, punches flying. Vincenzo was determined to win, to save Sophia.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Vincenzo emerged victorious. Marco lay on the ground, defeated.
Vincenzo rushed to Sophia's side, untying her and removing the gag from her mouth.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice shaking with worry.
Sophia nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. "I knew you'd come for me," she said, her voice trembling.
Vincenzo smiled, hugging her tightly. "I'll always come for you," he said. "We're in this together, always."
And with that, they escaped the warehouse, ready to face whatever lay ahead.
As they drove deeper into the woods, the trees grew taller and the darkness seemed to press in around them. Vincenzo's heart was racing with anticipation, and Sophia's hand was clenched tightly around his.
Finally, they saw a light in the distance – a small cabin nestled among the trees. Vincenzo pulled up to the door and turned off the engine.
They sat in silence for a moment, listening to the sound of crickets and the creaking of trees in the wind. Then, Sophia spoke up.
"This is it," she said. "My cousin's cabin. We'll be safe here."
Vincenzo nodded, his eyes scanning the surrounding woods. He knew they couldn't stay here forever, but for now, it was a refuge.
They got out of the car and approached the cabin, their footsteps crunching on the gravel path. Vincenzo pushed open the door and gestured for Sophia to enter.
Inside, the cabin was cozy and warm, lit by a fire crackling in the hearth. Sophia's cousin, a kind-eyed woman named Rachel, greeted them with a warm smile.
"Welcome," she said. "You're safe here."
Vincenzo and Sophia exchanged a grateful glance. They knew they still had a long way to go, but for now, they were safe. And that was all that mattered.
Rachel showed them to a small room in the back of the cabin, with a comfortable-looking bed and a small table. "You can stay here as long as you need," she said. "But you have to be careful. Marco has a lot of connections, and he won't give up easily."
Vincenzo nodded, his mind racing. He knew they had to come up with a plan to take down Marco once and for all.
Sophia seemed to read his mind. "We need to gather evidence," she said. "Something that will prove Marco's involvement in the trafficking ring."
Vincenzo's eyes lit up. "I think I know just the thing," he said. "Let's get to work."
And with that, they set to work, gathering documents and records, and making secret phone calls to contacts who could help them build their case.
As the night wore on, they worked tirelessly, fueled by their determination to bring Marco to justice.
But as they worked, Vincenzo couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. He kept looking over his shoulder, expecting to see Marco's goons lurking in the shadows.
Sophia noticed his unease. "What's wrong?" she asked.
Vincenzo hesitated. "I just feel like we're being watched," he admitted.
Sophia's eyes widened. "Do you think Marco has a mole in the cabin?" she whispered.
Vincenzo's heart raced. He hadn't thought of that. But now that Sophia mentioned it, it seemed all too possible.
"Let's be extra careful," he whispered back. "We can't trust anyone."
And with that, they continued their work, their senses on high alert, knowing that danger lurked around every corner.
As they worked, Vincenzo and Sophia's suspicions grew, they started to notice strange noises and movement around the cabin and they couldn't shake or ignore the feeling that they were being watched by some people