LEILA
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“You’ll be going across the country,” he said, his voice hard, revealing the next layer of his final, cruel plan.
“To the Salvatoris.” He spat out the name, giving the other mafia gang a label, a name that felt heavy with implied cruelty and danger.
“A dangerous place of Men who appreciate a valuable delivery.” His grip tightened on my arm as he laughs.
“They’ll know what to do with you.” The implication of everything was starting to make me feel sick.
Torture. Slavery.
A fate worse than death, designed to make me suffer, just as he believed I deserved to suffer.
He was dragging me towards the front door, towards the outside world, towards the waiting cars, towards the men who were beginning to troop in, their footsteps echoing in the hall, their presence a grim conf
