Rose’s POV
“What the hell, Rose?”
Johnny, grasping tightly onto my arm, looks over his shoulder as he leads me down a dark hallway with no windows.
His voice is a hushed, aggravated whisper.
“What were you doing out there with that stuff?”
The hall ends with a rusted iron door, a small metal flap in the center.
“You know how guilty that makes you look?”
“I know! But it isn’t what you think.”
Hanging my head, I give another helpless tug on my hands, which are bound by heavy metal cuffs.
Johnny sighs and tugs on the heavy door, which scraps loudly against the stone floor, making me flinch.
“I don’t want to put you in here, you know that don’t you? I’m just acting on Luca’s orders.”
Because Luca hates me right now.
Trying not to cry again, I sniff and hold my head up.
“I need to
