8 Y E A R S A G O...
“Aleia, please look at me...” She hears a voice but it doesn’t persuade her to do a thing, her gaze remains planted on the hospital sheets that are laid over her bruised legs. The room is freezing but that’s not why she is shaking. The shower the nurses forced her to takes didn’t her at all, in fact, she feels even dirtier than she did before once she got to have a good look at what those men did to her body.
“She hasn’t said a word since the cops found her... thank God Alan took over the case otherwise we would have the feds sniffing around where they ain’t wanted.” A man speaks up as he stands guard at the door with 2 other men; her Father’s made men. At the mention of that, Don Monteverdi stands upright, glaring back at the man who had just spoken, finding himse
