Ella“COME ON, BELLA,” Frank whispers into my ear, nudging his hips into my back so I can feel his disgusting erection.
I groan in response, faking sleep because morning s*x is the last thing I want right now or ever.
Frank grumbles angrily before I feel the mattress shift. I keep my eyes squeezed shut until I hear the shower in the en suite start. A relieved breath leaves me. Burying my face into my pillow, I fist the sheets beneath and let out a guttural scream. The pillow mutes my cries, which I’ve held in for the past few days.
Santo and Frank are conspiring; their hushed voices confirm that whatever they’re up to can’t be good. I can’t shake the feeling it has to do with Alek.
From the snippets of conversation I’ve overheard, it seems Raul is dead, and Alek was the executioner. The
