“Your husband,” Angelo began as he walked around the desk to stand before us. “Is a liar and a murderer, as is his entire f*****g family.”
I squirmed underneath the strong hands of my guard. Knowing he wasn’t going to just let me go, I had to do something to get us out of here. Surely there was something I could do, something that could help us get out of here. My arms were pinned to my sides, I tried thrashing out at Angelo with my feet to catch him off guard but he was just out of reach.
Angelo grabbed my chin with his rough, calloused hand and forced me to look at him in his cold, dead eyes. I wanted to spit at him, I wanted to tell him how much I f*****g despise him and how I wished I could kill him. I’ve never felt so much rage simmering underneath my skin before.
“Get your f*****g
