Page 54 of Nowhere to Run

But I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.

He came closer, his expression somewhere between a smile and a snarl. Clapping a heavy hand to my shoulder, he said, “One day, you’ll find a way to repay me.”

I breathed out slow. But I couldn’t turn this down.

“Sure. I’ll owe you one.”

His expression darkened, and he nodded like we had an understanding.

It didn’t matter. It was just words. He’s in for life.

But as I stood at the stove, stirring the sauce, I couldn’t shake the feeling. The weight of a debt I hadn’t even begun to pay.

And the sickening certainty that one day… he’d collect.

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