KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA
Diti Koshytorn from her armsjust can't let her go one directiondesperate to escapewhen she pulls away
However, hours after I’ve gone to bed to sleep, I hear something in the living room.
Thump, thump, thump.
I lean over the bed to check the time. It’s close to midnight.
Thump, thump, thump.
A soft drop of fear bites at the back of my neck, trips down my body and raises goosebumps all across my skin. It has to be Vladimir. Who else it might be? He did say it’s the safest place, did he not? Besides...
Thump, thump.
Swallowing down this eerie sensation buzzing in my ears, I slide my feet out of the bed and wince sharply at the cold floor against my bare feet. I do my best to shake off the sting, rise from the bed and walk closer to the door.