Sold to the Mafia king
Lina’s POV
I just couldn’t wrap my head around everything that was unfolding this morning. “Lina, are you okay?” Nico asked as he switched off the gas, turning his full attention to me.
“Nico, I… I… I…” My words failed me as tears began to fall. How is this even possible? I thought bitterly. I sank onto a nearby stool, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Lina, Lina… whoa, whoa—what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” he asked, confusion settling across his face.