Chapter Twelve
Nina’s POV
I couldn’t sleep.
The bed was too soft, the room too quiet, and my mind wouldn’t stop spinning. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the ocean closing over my head. Felt the water filling my lungs. Heard Dante’s cold voice promising punishment.
I sat up, pushing the blankets away. The oversized t-shirt I wore, Enzo’s shirt, smelled like cedar and gunpowder. A constant reminder of who owned me now.
No. Not owned. I wasn’t owned.
I pressed my palms against my eyes, trying to think. There had to be a way out. There had to be someone who could help me. My father was useless, worse than useless. He’d sold me like cattle. But Jenny . My best friend Jenny . Her father worked in military intelligence. If anyone could get me out of this nightmare, it was him.
I just n
