FIORELLA’S POV
I shoved his body off mine and scrambled away, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
Rhys was still breathing, but each breath came slower than the last.
I glanced at the knife in my hand before tossing it aside and pushing myself to my feet.
I stared down at him as a pool of his own blood began to form around him.
If I went back to get help, his men would find out I had tried to escape, and they’d probably kill me for stabbing their Don.
But my conscience knew I couldn’t leave him there to bleed to death.
The freshly tattooed skin on my waist stung, as if reminding me of what he had done to me.
Rage surged through me.
Without a second thought, I continued toward the back of the building.
A guard was moving crates from a truck into the security building.
I waited
