TWENTY THREE

TWENTY THREE

DIANA

It was dark by the time I awoke or maybe it was the dark room that had me thinking it was night. My head was pounding furiously and I remained still, my eyes to the ceiling thinking furiously of what had happened.

It came to be a nanosecond later that I had been kidnapped and by Dante

Dante, my head screamed.

I scrambled out of the bed out of the bed, adjusting my shirt… this wasn’t my shirt.

I was wearing a man’s shirt; his no doubt scoffed

I walked quietly to the door, pressing my ear to it and trying to hear if there was somebody out there before I made the risky trip I was about to.

There was no way I was going to sit here and wait patiently for my brothers to come knowing fully well that they were going to die if they so much as stepped foot in Italy. I groaned touching the side of my head where the bastard had hit me and cursed silently.

I was a fool; prancing about with a man I barely knew and allowing him touch me.

I shivered as I recalled the day before and