Chapter Six
Nina’s POV
The words hung in the air like smoke drifting in through the cracked window on the night breeze.
“Poor innocent girl her father sold her to the den of vipers the wolves he will pay dearly desperate to trust the Mafia politicians are the dumbest ever”
My blood ran cold. I bolted upright in bed sheets tangling around my legs, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out. Who was talking? One of them? Enzo? Or the others?
The voices were low muffled by the wind and waves but the venom in them sliced through me. Sold? Mafia? My father, what had he done? The fear hit like a wave crashing over the lingering heat in my body drowning it for a split second.
But only for a second.
Because even as terror clawed at my throat that ache between my legs throbbed back
