Nowhere to hide

Ramona's lungs burned, her legs weak beneath her as she ran through the thick forest. Branches scraped against her skin, leaves crunched under her bare feet, and the cool evening air stung her throat. She had been running for hours, or at least it felt that way. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body crying for rest, but she couldn't stop—not when she knew what was behind her.

Killian.

The bloody monster.

Not only was he in the mafia, but he was a terrifying creature.

"I wish, I wish I had listened to Angela.". Ramona thought.

She really had to escape, cause, if killian found her, she knew she was dead

The name alone sent a shiver through her. She didn't understand what he was or why he had taken her, but she knew one thing for certain—if he found her, she would never get another chance to escape.