ARIA IS THE BEST OPTION

Olivia's Pov

I sat in the backseat of the sleek black sedan, my heart pounded in my chest. The tension in the air was palpable as we drove through the dimly lit streets of the city. The car was filled with hud men, his loyal soldiers, all wearing their serious expressions like badges of honor.

I couldn't shake off the overwhelming worry that gnawed at me. The man I loved, the one who held my heart in his hands, had gone out tonight to shed blood in the name of the mafia. His dangerous lifestyle had always been a part of our relationship, but tonight, it felt different. It felt personal.

As we made our way towards my house, the silence in the car was broken only by the occasional distant siren and the low hum of the engine. I stared out the window, my eyes scanning the shadows, my mind replaying our conversations, hoping for some clue of his safety.

The city lights flickered and danced across my face, mirroring the anxiety that consumed me. My fingers fidgeted nervously with the hem