Chapter 43: The Ride
Mira slid into the backseat of the suv, the door closing behind her with a soft thud. The man in the suit got into the driver's seat, his eyes meeting hers in the rearview mirror.
"Buckle up," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
Mira complied, her hands shaking slightly as she fastened her seatbelt. The car pulled away from the curb, merging into the busy traffic.
As they drove, Mira's mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead. Would Don Matteo's plan work? Would she be able to get out of this alive?
The man's silence was unnerving, and Mira found herself trying to make small talk. "So how you doing?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
The man didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Mira's attempt at conversation was met with stone-cold silence.
She sighed, resigning herself to the fact that she was in for a long and uncomfortable ride. She gazed out the window, watching the cityscape pass by in a blur.
As the minutes ticked by, Mira's anxiety grew. She knew she was walking into a trap, but she was determined to see it through. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.
The car slowed down, turning into a deserted alleyway. Mira's heart sank, a sense of foreboding washing over her. This was it. She was here.