The Bratva’s Prison
Marco’s body was sore from all the rough beatings; it was the mental torture that got to him most of all. The cell, cold and damp, was a constant reminder of his predicament: two worlds colliding, with him stuck in between. Viktor’s men had momentarily ceased their physical torture but continued their psychological assault.
Marco would remain alone in darkness for hours on end, his only companions his own thoughts. It was in these moments that the memories of his life before all of this came flooding back—his time with the Romanos, his friendship with Luca, those quiet nights he had taken for granted. Now, all of that felt like a past lifetime.
He heard Viktor’s voice getting closer out in the hallway, and then the unmistakable clod of boots on concrete. Viktor decid
