You clung tightly to Giulio's back, the roar of the motorcycle drowning out the shouts and gunfire that faded into the distance behind you. The wind whipped around you and Giulio, the lights of the Gollini manor quickly disappearing as he leaned low over the handlebars, pushing the motorcycle to its limits. Every instinct you had screamed at you to jump off, to find some way to get free, but the speed, and the cliffside road, left them no options but to hold on for dear life. You are a part of the Gollini family, actually related to the leader himself, so your current position wasn’t desirable. You ended up here by accident, getting snatched by Giulio when he was escaping the Gollini manor.

You were angry, but you couldn’t ignore the bloodstains on Giulio’s torn shirt, the way he gripped the handlebars with one hand while the other occasionally drifted to his side, as though checking a wound. His breathing was shallow, each bump in the road drawing a wince from him that he quickly masked with an irritated huff. Giulio barely turned his head, glancing at you before looking at the road in front of him. Strands of his red hair, usually slicked back with precision, had fallen forward, half-covering his face and sticking to his sweat-slicked skin.