VINCENZO CASTILLO
The door creaked open slowly, the kind of eerie sound that belonged in a haunted house. But what followed was worse: moans and screams, loud and wild, loud music booming, like someone was having the best night of their damn life just beneath me.
Since the last heated encounter with Celestino, I hadn’t seen a glimpse of him. Not even Caterina. Her face became scarce.
And Isabella? She’d gone mute again. She wouldn't even smile, or even make any eye contact. I tried. God knows I tried to pull even a flinch out of her, but she looked through me like I didn’t exist. But, I couldn't even blame her, it was for her safety.
Now here I was again, back to square one, tied up like a prisoner, my wrists biting against the cold metal, back in the same cursed bed.
Shoes clicked ag
