Kidnapped By The Mafia King
It showed Adam in an empty room, bound to a chair, his head hanging down.
“Ready?” My uncle asked. Drake, Dad, and Mateo nodded. My uncle turned to the man at the screen. “Are we live?”
“All set. The camera in the torture room is sending.”
“Good,” He said coldly. With a last glance at me, the men disappeared through a door. A few minutes later they appeared on the screen, entering the room. I sank down on the chair beside my father’s soldier, who gave me a quick curious glance. I could imagine what he thought, what they all thought. Since I had been kidnapped, I was only known as the woman Tristan Russo sullied. The broken one.
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