Chapter Forty Two : The Mafia’s Headquarters
Veronica’s POV
As the days turned into weeks, I became a shadow of my former self. The Veronica who had once been full of life and laughter was now a mere specter, haunting the halls of the compound. Bruno's visits became less frequent, and when he did come, his eyes seemed to hold a hint of sadness, as if he too were trapped in this web of deceit and violence. I knew that I had to escape, but the walls seemed to close in on me, making it impossible to find a way out. One night, as I lay in my cold, dark cell, I heard a faint whisper in my ear.
"Veronica, hold on. I'm coming for you." It was Bruno's voice, barely audible, but full of determination. My heart raced as I realized that he was planning something, something that could either set
