Francesca
THIS WAS INSANE . It was like he was seducing me to kill him.
His voice, rough and low, filled the car and my head, drawing me deeper into his web. I was mesmerized, not scared, which was what worried me.
You're definitely not a good girl, Francesca.
Was that why I didn't fight when Ravazzani's soldier pushed me back into the car? Or why my stomach dropped when Ravazzani himself appeared to rescue me from the police?
Was that why my panties were soaked now?
No, I couldn't let it be true. I had to stay strong and remember that I wanted a normal life. The life my mother wanted for her daughters. I wasn't turned on by this man or the violence he represented.
I pushed his shoulder, which I couldn't help but notice was hard and strong, and handed him the gun bac
