SOLD TO THE RUTHLESS MAFIA LORD
Nadia's Pov
The room was small and bare, just like the others. A cot in the corner, a small chest at the foot of it, and a single window high up on the wall. The air was stale, heavy with the scent of mildew and fear.
And there, sitting on the edge of the cot with her knees pulled up to her chest, was Serena Marino.
She was even more pathetic up close.
Her red hair was tangled, falling in messy waves around her pale face. Her eyes were red-rimmed, like she had been crying. She was wearing that ridiculous black slip dress they gave to all the slaves, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the curves of her body.