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I’m a prisoner in a cold-hearted monster’s penthouse.
God! After surviving the past three years and getting a second chance at life, this madness happens?
I hear movement in the bedroom and suck in a deep breath of air before I go to check who it is.
Men throw trash bags filled with my clothes and belongings on the floor. They don’t glance in my direction once, and when they leave, they don’t bother shutting the door.
Staring at my clothes, I realize this is really happening. It’s not a nightmare I’ll wake from. It’s not my imagination playing tricks on me.
I’ve been taken captive by a ruthless mafia boss who kills without blinking an eye.
Chapter 19
Renzo
I lied.
I’ve seen every fucking bare inch of Skylar’s delectable body.
I lied because I didn’t want her to have that kind of knowledge. If she finds out I’ve seen her naked, she might get it in her head to seduce me in an attempt to gain her freedom. It’s the last thing I need. She’s my prisoner, and that’s the extent of our relationship.
After I’ve showered, I change into black suit pants, a crisp white dress shirt, and a vest. I don’t bother with a jacket as I don’t plan to leave the apartment.
Tucking my Glock behind my back into the waistband of my pants, I let out a sigh as I leave my bedroom.
When Carlo dropped off Skylar’s shit, I told him to go shopping so the woman will have ingredients to cook with. I’ve watched her long enough to know exactly what she needs to prepare a five-star meal.
Dario will finally get his wish for me to eat healthier. That should put a smile on his face.
Passing the guestroom where Skylar is, I notice the door’s shut, and I don’t hear anything.
I take the stairs down, and when I reach the living room, my eyes scan over every live feed from the Davies mansion. I grab the remote and turn up the sound.
“…can’t go to the police,” Harlan snaps at his housekeeper, who has tears running down her face. “We can’t do anything that will risk Skylar’s life.”
“How did this happen?” Louisa asks. “Just as things were finally returning to normal and Skylar wasn’t sick anymore. This isn’t right, Mr. Davies.”
“You think I don’t know that?”
The man’s losing his cool. Good.
“Skylar is my entire life! She’s my daughter,” he continues to shout, the unrelenting worry on his face giving me great satisfaction.
“We have to do something,” Louisa exclaims.
Watching the Davies household spiral is exactly what I wanted.
Now they’ll feel the pain I have to live with.
As the memory of Giulio calling me an old man flits through my mind, my eyes snap shut from the intensity of the grief hitting me.
It feels like, with every passing day, it’s getting worse. It still feels like he’ll walk into the room at any moment. I expect to hear his laughter.
Then the emptiness sets in, and once again, my heart’s shredded to pieces.
I feel Skylar before I hear her soft footsteps as she comes down the stairs.
My eyes open and flick to her, seeing that she’s cleaned herself up. She’s wearing another dress, this one cream with a big black flower over half the skirt.
