Lia’s POV

The walls of the safe house seemed to be closing in. I walked back and forth, my hands shaking a bit as I gazed at the text on my disposable phone. "You chose the incorrect side." The phrases etched into my thoughts, more menacing than the gunfire that had targeted me before. Somebody wished for my demise. Someone nearby. And I had no clue who it was. I attempted to control my breathing, yet the paranoia was already creeping in. Who on earth could I rely on? Antonio? No. Dante? ...