Chapter Eight: Memories

Rose’s POV

…The faint whispering of voices sailed into my ears, waking me up from my light slumber. My eyes slowly opened to see I was still in the confined space of the van, but it was no longer moving. This realization had me quickly sitting up as it dawned on me that they’d arrived at their destination. It meant I was at the Don’s home, and soon I’d be facing my fate. A cold shiver racked my entire body, making goosebumps break out of my skin. I exhaled a shaky breath and tried to stretch my aching limbs while my heart raced with trepidation, as different thoughts of what would soon become of me crowded my mind. I was still lost in my head and the fear threatening to eat me up when I heard the almost silent thuds of footsteps beside the van.

“Is she still out?” the gravelly voice I’d heard from earlier on sailed into my ears. “Good, it would make this easier. I’ve spoken to their boss and his men would be out in a minute,”

Eerie silence ensured for a moment before another strange m