Escape

Hours passed, and I stayed in that room. Alone and tied. With no food and water. The exhaustion in my body urged me to rest my head against the top rail of the chair and allow myself to close my eyes. But the little bulb hanging above my head reminded me of what situation I was in.

I was kidnapped and tied. My throat was sore from screaming my lungs out for them to release me, cursing them when no one responded.

My own brother left me among my kidnappers, what would I expect from my enemies?

My heart clenched as the face of the love of my life flashed across my mind. The man might be losing his sanity and looking for me everywhere.

But how could he find me without knowing my location? 

Monet and his men were smart. They wouldn't take me somewhere where my people could easily find me. They knew how the mafia worked, they were in it for decades. So without knowing my location,