Nadia's Point Of View
The engine of my sports car purred low and wicked as I finally rolled through the massive iron gates of the Corvanni Estate last night. The sound resembled a predator's growl, matching the dark satisfaction thrumming through my veins.
I didn't dare head toward the main villa, not with the thick, incriminating stolen folder resting heavy against my ribs inside my tote bag. The weight felt like both a burden and a trophy, a tangible reminder of the line I'd just crossed. Instead, I cut the headlights and drifted smoothly along the gravel path that wound its way toward the sprawling guest wing.
