Tabitha’s POV
The pain doesn’t stop. It comes in waves, each one sharper, deeper than the last. My body aches, bruised and bleeding, every inch of me burning from the relentless torment. The men don’t ask me questions. They don’t want anything from me. I’m not involved in Fabrizio’s world, and they know it. This isn’t about information or business.
It’s about breaking him.
I know that now. I’m the tool they’re using—the leverage. They want Fabrizio to suffer, to see what happens when someone touches what he holds dear. And they’re doing it by tearing me apart, one piece at a time.
I bite down on my lip, hard enough to draw blood, trying to keep the scream trapped in my throat. But it’s getting harder. The cuts on my skin sting, each new wound sending shockwaves of pain through my body
