Chapter twenty-seven
Rosanna Vietillo POV
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“Rosanna”
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The fear in Paulo's eyes starts to haunt me. I go numb for a second.
The lights go back on, and I flinch, my eyes close at the sudden brightness in the room as a weak gasp escapes my throat as I feel my heart sink in.
And when I blink my eyes open, Paulo isn't standing in front of me
Instead, he is on his knees, a gun pressed to his forehead.
And I look at the monster who has held Paulo, at his mercy.
“Did you dream of escaping, princess?”
The arrogance in his voice is clear, as his lips curl up watching me. Yet again, knowing he has got me on the hook. I feel my nerves hitting in, a nervous feeling in me that my body starts to tremble as I feel like the world's crashing in front of me.
“Did you?” He repe
