LOGINEmilio successfully rescued me just like I thought he would. He was my prince charming, and he had always been my savior ever since I met him. Spending the rest of my life by his side was nothing short of a blessing.I was the one who unknowingly put myself in danger, and he had come rushing to find me. He told me that I had a tracker in my necklace that allowed him to narrow my search and that when I had been with Vittoria, the signal had been bad since she was deeper in the forest.However, when I was taken by Diego and his men, the signal only temporarily came back on, and he was able to track down where I was, and he came rushing in.He never stopped looking for me.“Did you find Alessandro?”“Yes. He’s in the basement, and I don’t know what to do with him. I didn’t want to do something you didn’t want me to do because he’s your brother, and at the end of the day, I have to respect your wishes for him. I wanted to kill him.”“What about Vittoria?”“She’s dead. Alessandro killed he
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s not my fault that you don’t believe me. I haven’t lied about anything, and you probably think I’m a liar because you think all women are liars, but I’m not lying.”“My name is Chiara, and I was kidnapped because my car broke down a few miles from here, and some people took me to an abandoned place in the middle of a forest. I was able to escape, and I was rescued by your friend who wanted to sell me. That’s what happened, and if you don’t believe me, I don’t know what else I can do to convince you.”He looked into my eyes for a long time, trying to decide whether I was telling the truth or not, but because I hadn’t mentioned my last name, he probably thought I was not lying to him.“Good. I hate lying whores the most because they’re the ones who make me hurt them, and I don’t like hurting women. I only like selling them for profit.”I couldn’t help but laugh sarcastically. He claimed he didn’t enjoy hurting women, and he had slapped me twi
The three men were all staring at me, waiting for me to give an answer, and I contemplated whether I was going to lie or not. Telling them my name was a risk because they would be able to identify me. After all, I had been in the news so many times.The first time I was on the news was when Emilio planted stories to push the narrative that I was the one who broke him out of prison, and then, after that, because of my father‘s death, and so many times after, because I had married the man who was an accused criminal.I was no stranger to the public and television, and just because they couldn’t identify my face didn’t mean they couldn’t identify my name. I didn’t want to take that risk.“My name is Chiara Rossi.” My first name was real, but my last name wasn’t. I didn’t even want to use my marital name, just in case they knew who Emilio was and we’re familiar with all the things he had done in Italy.Who knew the kind of people he was enemies with? All the gangs he had taken down in an
“Grab her fucking legs. I told you not to pull this shit, and here you are. What if she fucking ran away? Do you know what this could’ve cost us?” a strange man asked.I couldn’t see anything due to the bright headlights, but I could tell these people were not friendly. They obviously wanted to hurt me, and my hopes of a savior coming to my rescue were crushed.“Grab her legs and take her back to the house. This is an extra cost that we have to incur. I didn’t want any more girls. Now that she has been shot and is injured, she will be worth less than the hassle.” The man said.When they took me back to the house, I finally got to see their faces. One was a Hispanic man, and the other looked Italian. They all spoke English, which told me they weren’t from around there. Maybe the one Italian man was the one who was a local.“Please just let me go. I promise I’ll not tell anyone what happened here.” I begged.“You filthy little thing. You try to escape and kill my friend, and you think
My jaw was on the floor. So, I had jumped from the frying pan into the fire? This man was going to keep me shackled with all those girls in the basement. Some even looked young enough to be teenagers. What happens to women and children who are trafficked is too painful to even think about. The girls were about fifteen, and some of them seemed like they were young enough to be teenagers. “ Look, let me go back upstairs, and then I’ll find the keys and way to get you out of here. All you have to do is hang tight for a while. “ I said and put the tape back on her mouth without waiting for a response.She nodded her head, and I rushed back upstairs. I made sure to be quiet, even as I twisted the lock back in place with the knife. After that, I returned the knife to the kitchen and searched in the cupboards. He must have laced my drink with something to knock me out. The girls who were asleep must have also been knocked out by some drugs, so I knew it was there. I just hoped he didn’t k
“What is your name?” I asked to make conversation. “ Enzo,” he answered and continued strumming his guitar. “I heard a hint of a Southern accent. Aren’t you from Italy?” I asked.“No.”He didn’t even ask me my name. I assumed he did not want to make conversation, so I shut my mouth and lay back in my seat. I closed my eyes as I listened to his sad beat, as I had nothing better to do.After a while, the hum of his guitar stopped, and my eyes shot open. He looked surprised to see me awake, like he had expected me to fall asleep. The truth was that I almost slept, but then remembered I was in a foreign place and remained conscious.“Why don’t I take you to a room where you can freshen up and fall asleep? “ He asked, and I nodded my head. I was covered in mud and dried blood. I couldn’t get into bed in that state. I was tired and hurt, so my body was giving out. I had been through a lot during the day, and my body needed the rest. However, I didn’t think I could trust the man.I follow







