~TIANA'S [POV]~
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For the next three years, that man became my personal tormentor, declaring himself master of my life. I had no power to resist him.
Although, I fought back fiercely for the first three months, even nearly gouging out his eyes in an escape attempt. That only made him snap and unleash every cruel method to break me completely.
My shoulders shook as I rubbed my arms, the awful memories crawling over my skin. My sister had died that night, my only real family. Uncle Rowan, the one person who had shown us kindness, was supposedly dead too.
What were the chances that two men in the mafia world shared the exact same name? If it was truly Uncle Rowan, then he had faked his death… and might have been involved in the m******e. I shook my head, gritting my
