Chapter 11

Few hours later after the whole faking of smile and hands shaking, we finally retired to our room. Before then, one of the women from the Vincenzo familiar told me.

Try not to cry too much or resist

I couldn’t really remember who she was, but I knew she was also introduced to me as family. I got into the room first and my heart was pummeling to the extreme. I stood at the entrance of the all black room in silence. The Interior of Dante’s room was all black. It was scary and riveting in some way. Dante was still outside having a conversation with the made men of the Familia. I didn’t even bother to know what it was they were discussing.

I craved to have a conversation with someone but there was no one. No one to share my grief with. My stomach was bitter and churning. The heels I wore began to ache so bad. I moved to the large bed and slowly sunk into it with slight fear. I pulled out my heels and placed them beside the bed. I stared around but found no pictures in the room. The wall