LENA’S POV
The tape over my mouth tastes like chemicals and blood. My wrists burn where the zip ties cut in and I can’t feel my legs.
Luciano’s gun rests against my temple.
I stare at Dante who is standing in the middle of the basement. His eyes solely planted on me.
“Don’t move,” Luciano says. “Not one step, boy. Or I redecorate the walls with her.”
Dante freezes. His jaw ticks.
“Lena,” he breathes.
I shake my head as hard as I can. Tears are already falling. I don’t know if it’s from pain or from seeing him here.
Luciano chuckles. “Look at you, you came alone Just like I asked.”
He gestures with the gun and two masked men step out of the shadows.
They grab Dante’s arms, twist them behind his back. I hear the zip tie click.
“No!” The sound comes out muffled thro
