Page 177 of Sinful Pleasure

Fucking Lydia.

Was I dreaming, or was I already dead?

She was panting, holding a gun in her hand. My gaze flicked behind her, and I saw the bodies lying in pools of blood.

Impressive.

Though, I never expected a few men to give her trouble.

When she saw me, her eyes lit up with recognition.

She rushed toward me, swiftly breaking the handcuffs. I extended my wrists eagerly.

Freedom. That sweet taste I hadn’t experienced in God knows how long.

“Let’s go,” she barked, her voice cold and commanding, as expected.

I followed her through the corridors of the mansion, the scent of death thick in the air. So many bodies.

I felt an odd sense of pride. Lydia doesn’t even need a weapon to take down men. She’s that good.

“I’m a thought away from killing you,” she hissed through gritted teeth.

I chuckled in response.

“Well, I’m flattered.”

She didn’t dignify that with a response. She kept walking, her heels clicking against the blood-stained floor.

As we approached the exit of the mansion, I could taste freedom on the tip of my tongue, but one thing still gnawed at my mind. How she managed to sneak into The Romano’s mansion kill all these men, and still remain undetected?

When I was dragged in here, I took note of everything.

The place was heavily guarded. Yet now, it felt like the entire fortress had collapsed, theguards either gone or dead.

The main gate stood wide open, an eerie invitation to escape. We climbed into a sleek black Jeep, and before I could even settle, Lydia slammed her foot on the gas. The vehicle roared to life, propelling us forward so fast it glued my back to the seat.

I turned to glance out the rear window, watching the mansion fade into the distance—my prison, now nothing more than a shrinking silhouette. I still couldn’t wrap my head around what had just happened.

“How the hell did you manage to sneak inside?” I finally asked.

Lydia didn’t even look at me.

Her knuckles were white against the steering wheel as she sped up, her eyes fixed on the road ahead.

“Allyn helped me.”

CHAPTER52

ALLYN

“Should I expect your people to jump out of nowhere and kill me?”

Lydia’s lips curled into a greasy smile, her gaze scanning the shadows between the towering trees.

There was mistrust in her eyes—a sharp, unwavering edge. I didn’t blame her.

Lydia didn’t trust me.

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