CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON
I can’t stop the scream, and it keeps ripping out of me, wild and desperate.
Another voice cuts through the chaos, louder this time.
“Make her stop!”
And then another one, almost frantic
“What do you want me to do?"
"I’ll do it!”
I can’t understand whose here or what they want. I can’t process what they’re saying. My ears are ringing, my head spinning. My vision blurs.
And then suddenly, without warning, everything goes black.