Ferraro's confidence cracked as he assessed the determination in my eyes. The flicker of doubt was brief, but it was there—a chink in the armor he so carefully maintained. William tightened his grip on his weapon, his posture shifting as he prepared for the inevitable. Ferraro's men flanked him, their stances tense, but I could see they were waiting for his command, uncertain about the situation.
"You seem unusually bold, Alice," Ferraro sneered, his voice edged with suspicion. "Did you really believe you could run from me forever?"
"I believed we could live without you casting a shadow over our lives," I replied, my voice steady. "But you can't stand that, can you? You can't handle losing control."
A flash of anger crossed his face, his eyes narrowing as he took a step forward, hands clenched into fists. "You don't understand, do you? This isn't about control—it's about what's mine. And you, Alice, are part of that."