Valeria

The ropes cut into my wrists, making them sting as I sat on the cold floor of the locked room. My body ached from the struggle when he caught me planting Eduardo’s device under his desk. My mind was a storm—fear, guilt, and rage crashing together.

I’d messed up, I got caught betraying Eduardo, and now Dante held my life in his hands. I thought about my vineyard, where I used to walk through rows of grapes, free and happy. That life was gone, stolen by Dante. “I’m done ...