Chapter 3

Seven Years in Hell: Escaping the Don Chapter 03

In the dead of night, torn stitches and a fever from massive blood loss dragged me into a suffocating nightmare. 

“Don’t throw the switch… please… get Luca off that metal bed. Give him back to me…” 

I jolted awake in the dark, gasping for air. Cold sweat plastered my nightgown to my spine as uncontrollable tremors seized my body. 

Then, a calloused palm slipped onto my waist. 

I recoiled like a cornered stray, crashing hard onto the rug. The impact tore at my fresh wound, sending a sickening jolt through my abdomen as I curled against the baseboard, dry–heaving. 

Leather restraints, paralyzing sedatives, the scorched stench of