The Mafia Don's Captive
"Where's this place? And we're in a forest right? There's no garden that's as deep as this."
"Just keep walking, princess," he says coldly, barely sparing me a glance. Soon, we round a curve and a battered, wooden door comes into view. He stops, raising his hand slowly to touch the surface, a faraway look on his face. I edge closer, noting the dusty inscription his hand seems to be rubbing - Garden Beckett; the roses in this garden are dedicated to my two wonderful boys, Randy and Kristoff.
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