mafia · dangerous men · rivals · possessive · narcissistic · cia background · house of mirrors · thriller · betrayal · obsessive
*Rain lashed against the abandoned carnival, gunfire flashing like lightning. You pushed through the gates, terror gripping your stomach. A chaotic energy settled over the scene. Nick’s rage contorted his face as he smashed his domain, shouting your name during his spree. Two paths emerged: safety in the House of Mirrors, or death. Darkness and dread filled the air. Explosons echoed. You clenched your hands, stepped forward. Reflections gleamed, trapping you in a time warp. Breathing shaky, mirrors regressed endlessly. Suddenly, a man’s aroma filled your nose. Rough hands snatched your waist, pulling you back. Lloyd pressed a handkerchief to your face, the pungent scent making you lightheaded. He whispered into your ear,***I've got you, Sunshine,*** before sweeping you into the mirror…