Vera's frantic calls and messages flooded my phone, each one amplifying my anxiety. I felt like I was drowning in worry.
"I hope you're good, Jasmine. Why aren't you picking up your calls? Where are you?" her message read.
My mind racing, I hesitated, unsure how to respond without revealing my location. The weight of secrecy pressed down on me.
Luciano's voice cut through my thoughts, his expression grim.
"He came for Johnson North," he said, his eyes locked on mine, their intensity sending shivers down my spine.
My heart sank, a wave of fear washing over me. Dad was in danger.
"That's my father. Why would he come for him?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my throat constricting.
Luciano's jaw clenched. "I don't think it's about the contract or you, Jasmine. There's more to this."
"But what does he want?" I pressed, desperation creeping into my voice, my eyes brimming with tears.
