Lexi closed the script, feeling a thrill of challenge.
This role demanded more than the trivial parts she’d handled before.
“Lexi, come over here.” The director waved her.
She approached cautiously, sensing something off.
“Today… you’re going on wires.”
Lexi snorted.
Not an action film, yet she was about to soar across rooftops.
Lauren had probably orchestrated this.
“Are you going to do it or just stand there?” the director pressed.
“I’ll do it,” Lexi said, steadying herself.
If she wanted to survive and thrive in this ruthless world, she had to face every challenge.
The wires were thin but sturdy.
The crew secured them around her waist.
“Action!”
Lexi rose above the ground, the city sprawling below.
Vertigo clawed at her stomach as she clung to the wires.
“Focus! Your lines!” the director shouted.
Fear and nausea overwhelmed her.
She signaled to pause.
The crew lowered her, only to meet the director’s scolding.
“I… have a fear of heights,” she admitted.
“You knew that before signing. Don’t waste everyone’s time,” he snapped, tossing the script.
Lexi’s determination hardened.
“Please, one more chance.”
“Try all you want—it won’t help if you lack skill.”
Lexi nodded.
She had survived wire stunts before; she could do it again.
The director reluctantly agreed.
The wires lifted her.
She recited her lines when… a sharp snap.
The cable around her waist broke.
She screamed, plunging toward the ground.
The safety mat had shifted—there was no time.
Strong arms caught her.
Sebastian.
He gritted his teeth, bearing the force of her fall.
Likely, he’d injured himself.
“Sebastian! Are you okay? Call a doctor!” Lexi cried.
Lauren rushed forward, sobbing theatrically, but Lexi barely noticed.
Gratitude washed over her—every danger seemed tied to him.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“You little jinx… you owe me,” he muttered, one arm throbbing.
Lexi’s heart sank.
She hated debts, yet she had too many now.
“I’ll pay you back,” she said softly.
Moments later, a doctor arrived, and Sebastian was taken away.
Lexi exhaled. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Returning to gather her things, a young man tapped her shoulder.
“Miss Lexi, Mr. Dominic is here.”
Trusting him, she followed—but someone struck her from behind.
Darkness swallowed her as she was shoved into a van.
Time blurred.
She woke in a dim, chaotic space.
Drunken voices and a flickering TV filled the air.
Bound to a concrete pillar, her hands searched and found another form nearby—warm, alive.
She recoiled.
She wasn’t alone.
“Who are you?” she croaked.
Soft, familiar sobbing came from behind.
Lexi’s patience thinned.
“Stop crying, or you’ll alert them.”
The sobbing ceased.
Smoke- and alcohol-scented men yanked off her blindfold.
A man stood before her, face partially hidden, eyes like a starving wolf.
“Who are you? Let us go, or—”
Her words ended in a sharp slap.
Blood filled her mouth.
A tooth was gone.
Abandoned factory.
No one could hear her.
Helplessness seeped into her bones.
In that moment, Lexi realized she had been pulled fully into the dark, deadly web of the mafia.