Chapter 2

Seven Years in Hell: Escaping the Don Chapter 02

I barely had time to wedge the communicator back into the mattress when the door was violently pushed open, leaving me 

no chance to tend to my bleeding stitches. 

Two armed guards blocked the doorway. “Donna Elena demands to see you in the greenhouse. Immediately.” 

The asylum had taught me that in the Moretti estate, Elena’s 

word was second only to Domenico’s. 

Tasting copper, I dragged my battered body down the corridor, every step grinding my pelvis to dust.