Chapter 58
Annalisa
If hell had a Yelp page, this place would have a solid five-star rating. Seriously, I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy.
My whole body ached as if I had just finished a full exercise session, and my stomach growled louder than a thunder on a rainy day. And the food? Don’t even get me started on that. Giovanni’s version of “princess treatment” was a plate of two limp slices of bread, smeared with something that might have been margarine—or glue. I didn't know. It was hard to tell.
I sat on the cold, concrete floor of what looked like an abandoned warehouse. Every creak and groan of the metal walls made my anxiety spike. Giovanni’s men weren’t the chatty type, and my assigned babysitter—a bulky guy with all the charisma of a dead houseplant—hadn’t taken his eyes o
