ClarissaPalermo, ItalyI have never felt so scared in my life, maybe only during the ordeal I went through many years ago. This was a different kind of fear, though. I didn’t stick around to make introductions and walked out the door that was still open. All the armed men pointed their guns at me, but only a gesture from the mobster prevented them from firing. “Get back!” he shouted at them so that I could get through them. I ran to the gate, but when I tried to get through, it was locked. I panicked. “Let me out!” I shouted, pulling on the metal bars, but to no avail. They were immovable. I stopped for a few seconds and lowered my gaze. The calmer I was, the more chance I had of escaping. I understood that a man posing as Damien Moreau, Pierre’s assistant, had kidnapped me, and brought me here, to Riccardo Serratore’s cartel, the same mobster to whom I had refused his proposal. “I will not hurt you, Miss Ward.” He continued to say from the doorway with his low, scary voice. “M
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