Chapter Forty-Eight.

An hour or two ago, I was threatened to sit in the back of Jacob's black Mercedes-Benz. After he had forced me into the back seat of his sedan, he forced me to conceal my eyes behind a black silk scarf. 

Plummeting me into a world of darkness.

Imprisoning me in my state of fear without a sense of where he is taking me. 

[It's a shame you've become a traitor to our family, Mila.]

"È un peccato che tu sia diventata un traditore della nostra famiglia, Mila." He said, taking my chin in his hand as his grip tightened he snarled. "Such a waste of a beautiful woman." He clicked his tongue. 

I swallowed thickly, "The men in my family would have never raped me." I said with bitterness. "Or stood by and watched as Trent cruelly objectified me in front of hundreds of men through a live stream. I bet your mamas would be proud of the men they raised!"

Excruciating pain suddenly spread across the left side of my face. The bastard had