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Luke's POV

I later woke up with a severe pounding in my head. I tried to reach my head but found that my hands couldn't move. I realized that they were both tied on the end of the bed. I tried pulling my hands free but to no avail. The room was dark, with only a small stream of light coming in from the curtains.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a man walked in. He flicked the lights open, making me squint my eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness. The man looked over at me menacingly before moving closer to me. I tried to move backward, but my tied hands forbid me to move further.

"Who are you?" I asked, failing to hide the fear in my voice.

The man sat on the bed next to me and placed his hand on my face. I tried moving my head away, but his hand roughly grabbed my jaw. "You look just like your mother." The man whispered with a strong Italian accent.

"Who are you? How do you know my mother?" I asked, making his grip on my jaw tighten.

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