KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA
Grumbling incoherent profanities under my breath, I jumped out of bed and instantly cried because of the razor-sharp pain erupting from my feet, the moment the base of my legs planted on the cold tiled floor.
“Shit!”
My butt landed on the floor. I screamed one more time when I tried to get up with the support of my hands. My wrists were terribly bruised, and it stung like some real bitch.
Hot tears prickled at the corners of my eyes and the salt burnt my cheeks like they were on fire. I hold my knees together and let the pain leak out of me. The tears will not stop. I know it’s not just the physical pain that hurts. It’s my heart that had been broken, smashed, and crushed, and now the shards