GABRIELLE POV
The car screeched to a halt. As they reached for the door, her phone slipped, crashing to the ground just as they ripped the hood off her head.
“Troia, avevo il mio cellulare!” (b***h, you had a phone!) One of them snarled at Gabbie.
“I called you a slut because you had your phone,” he said near her face.
“You didn't even ask me if I had a phone,” Gabbie retorted mockingly.
He slapped her, then spat on the ground.
“Take her to the river house,” he ordered, clutching her phone as he strode inside.
They bundled her back into the car, this time without the hood.
Upon arrival, they yanked her out by the arm.
“Hurry up!” One of them shouted.
“In high heels? I can’t run,” Gabbie shot back.
“Take off her shoes,” the order came, and another stooped down to obey.
He lifted
