The cold night air stung my skin as Rosa and I darted through the shadows of the estate's sprawling grounds.
My heart hammered in my chest, each step fueled by equal parts fear and adrenaline.
The distant noise from the party was muffled by the high walls surrounding us, but my mind raced with the memory of Bruno's tight grip on my wrist, his stormy eyes, and the escalating confrontation between the Alfonzo and Santoro families.
I hoped we won't get caught when we have already gotten this far in our quest to escape.
It would be disastrous if we were discovered by any one of Bruno's men. I would be punished but Rosa would most certainly be killed. That was just how ruthless the Alfonzo family were.
Freedom was within reach, yet it still felt impossibly far.
All we needed to do now was to move smartly and quietly, avoiding places that would make us be in the open and inevitably vulnerable to attacks.