44. He Will Die

Madison

Two days have passed since Davi kidnapped me, and Victor still hasn't found me. It makes me wonder if I'm even important enough to rescue. What if Victor sees this as an opportunity to eliminate me and the four babies in my tummy?

A wave of emotion surges through me at the thought of Victor leaving me to die. No. I can't think like that. Victor wouldn't do that to me.

...or maybe he would?

Tears stream down my face as I cling to the hope that Victor will save me from here. I desperately want him to get me away from here and hug me. I don't care that he is a mafia boss anymore, but my hope decreases with each passing hour.

I tug the chains around my wrist again, but just like ten minutes earlier, they won't budge.

Fuck.

How do I get out of here?

Davi moved me into a basement, so I'm no longer in that room with the ugly, peeling wallpaper. But I'm not sure if grey concrete is that much better. Also, I'm pretty sure the right corner has been used as a toilet for other prisoners l