TWENTY SEVEN

❧ Fiorella ☙

"Do you even know what your lover has done, that fucker Lorenzo Razzo, I guess the better question is if you care." Said that man.

The man's voice has a low, deadly, dangerous tone. A shiver runs down my spine, but it doesn't leave my body. It's as if a permanent chill settles deep in my bones.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I tell him, realizing that even my voice is shaky.

The man steps forward until his boots almost rest on the edge of the mattress. I pull back as far as I can and back up until my skin kisses the cold concrete behind me.

I go back to huddling in the corner like a trapped animal, because that's exactly what I am. A little mouse caught in a trap.

"You're part of his filthy family now,". I flinch at the mention of the Razzo family, as if that's a sin to be a member of that powerful family and a whimper escapes my lips, though I try hard not to let my fear show through.

The man drops to his knees on the mattress, his weight pressing down enoug