Gabriele’s POV
“But I don’t see myself as your enemy Arianna. We are friends, are we not?” he asked and I closed my eyes as I tried hard to calm my racing mind.
Gabriele was sick in the head!
I could scream at him to leave me the hell alone. He wasn’t my friend and should never even consider himself as one. He was a killer, a kidnapper, and a human trafficker. I couldn’t be friends with him. Never!
Yet I couldn’t say all of these out loud. I was trying to find a way to infiltrate and escape not a way to get eliminated. The fact that he had promised not to r**e me didn’t mean he would hesitate to kill me.
I pasted a smile on my face and looked at him.
“Maybe we are… but I want us to get closer.” I drawled.
He leaned into the chair and folded his arms across his chest to stare at me.
