Fifty-Seven

ENZO'S POV

The whole world must've frozen because for several minutes, I'm rooted to my spot. Staring in front of me at the tearful face of a woman I thought I would never see again.

A woman I once loved with all my heart but now hate.

My ex-wife, Gianna.

But how's this possible? She's dead. Her body was burnt beyond recognition after the accident. I'd seen videos of her charred body on the internet and I'd had no doubt that it was her.

So what the fuck is going on. She's supposed to be dead.

"Enzo..." A gut-wrenching sob pulls me out of my trance before I'm completely taken off guard by petite arms wrapping around me and pulling me tightly into the arms of its owner.

Despite the slight tremor that quivers through my body, I don't respond or hug her back. My mind is a jumbled mess of confusion.

What the fuck is going on? How come Gianna is alive and is in no other place but the place Falcon's slaves are being housed?

Goosebumps scatter on my skin at the magnitude that carries every so