Zomet, whose mafia-connected parents were murdered, is hunted by the mafia leader for possessing a valuable asset. On the run, she meets a mysterious man who becomes her ally and love interest, unaware that he's the mafia leader's son.
Chapter 1 Still On The Run
The city streets were buzzing with activity, but Zomet couldn't care less. She had to focus on one thing and one thing only: staying alive.
Ducking into a narrow alleyway, she glanced over her shoulder, praying that she'd lost them. But she knew better. They were relentless, like bloodhounds on the hunt, and they were closing in on her.
Zomet's heart pounded as she darted around a corner, narrowly avoiding the black sedan that screeched to a stop in front of her.
"Get in the car, Zomet," a gruff voice ordered from the passenger seat.
"There's nowhere for you to run."
Desperately, she searched for an escape route, her eyes landing on a fire escape just a few feet away. Without hesitation, she sprinted towards it, ignoring the bullets that whizzed by her head. Her fingers fumbled for purchase on the cold metal rungs, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was almost there, almost to safety.
Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed her ankle, yanking her back down to the alleyway floor with a thud. Zomet kicked and screamed, her mind racing for a way to escape.
"Let go of me!" she cried, straining against the grip that held her captive. "Please, I don't want to die."
"You should've thought of that before you messed with us," the man spat, his grip tightening around Zomet's ankle. "Now you're going to pay for what you've done."
Suddenly, a shadow fell over them both. "Leave the girl alone," a deep voice commanded from the alley's entrance.
Zomet craned her neck, seeing the figure of a man standing tall, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He wore a black jacket, and his eyes blazed with determination.
"Who are you?" The man holding Zomet demanded, releasing her ankle and rising to his feet. "This doesn't concern you."
The stranger didn't move, but Zomet could see the muscles in his arms tensing. "Let the girl go," he repeated, his voice steady and sure. "She doesn't belong to you."
"And what are you going to do if I refuse?" the man sneered. "Take me on?"
"Who are you?" The man holding Zomet demanded, rising to his feet. "This doesn't concern you."
The stranger stepped closer, his eyes never leaving the man's face. "I'm someone who believes in justice," he said simply.
Zomet watched the exchange, not daring to breathe.
"Justice, huh?" The man snorted derisively. "Don't lecture me about justice when you don't know who I am or what this girl has done."
The stranger remained silent, but Zomet could see the fury in his eyes. He was a man used to being obeyed, not challenged.
Suddenly, the alleyway was filled with the wail of sirens. Zomet's heart leaped in her chest, and the man holding her ankle let out a curse.
"We have to go!" the man yelled, glancing at his two companions. "We can't be caught here."
With one last threatening glare at the stranger, he and his cohorts took off down the alleyway, disappearing around the corner just as the police cars rounded the bend.
Zomet let out a sob of relief, but the stranger was already moving towards her, extending a hand to help her up.
"Come on," he said, his voice gentle now. "Let's get you somewhere safe."
As the stranger led Zomet away from the scene, she couldn't help but think about how close she'd come to death. What had started as a normal day had turned into a nightmare, and she was still shaking with fear.
"Thank you," she said, her voice quivering. "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't shown up."
The stranger smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I was in the right place at the right time," he replied.
"But you're not safe yet," he continued, his expression growing serious again. "Those men will be looking for you, and I don't know how far they're willing to go to find you."
Zomet swallowed hard, the full weight of her situation hitting her. "What should I do?" she asked, feeling suddenly helpless.
The stranger was quiet for a moment, considering. "I know someone who might be able to help you," he said finally.
"A powerful man...like a politician?" Zomet asked, feeling even more confused.
The stranger shook his head. "No, not a politician. He's...well, he's a retired cop. One of the best this city has ever seen. But he's not your average lawman. He knows how the mafia operates, and he has connections that might be able to help."
Zomet considered this, a small flame of hope igniting in her chest. "Would he really be willing to help me?"
I understand your hesitation," the stranger said, seeing Zomet's reluctance. "But I assure you, this man is no fraud. If you don't trust my word, at least consider his." He paused, as if collecting his thoughts. "You don't have to decide now, but remember his name: Chief Diggs."
Zomet nodded, committing the name to memory. "Thank you again," she said, stepping away from him. "But I must go."
Zomet turned and slipped away into the shadows, the stranger's warning still echoing in her head. She didn't know if she could trust him, or this mysterious "Chief Diggs" he'd mentioned.
It was getting late, and Zomet knew she needed to find a safe place to spend the night. She picked her way through the darkened streets, her nerves on high alert for any sign of the mafia.
At last, she found her way to the abandoned warehouse that had become her makeshift home.
Inside, she lit a candle and curled up in the corner, her mind still racing. Who was Chief Diggs? Could he really help her? And what would happen if the mafia found her again?
As the night stretched on, Zomet dozed off, her dreams haunted by images of her family, of the mafia, and of the man who'd saved her. When she woke in the morning, she knew what she had to do.
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