The Mafia’s Feisty Captive
I let out a broken, bitter laugh that quickly turned into more tears.
Her face changed immediately. Her confusion sharpened into concern, and she scooted closer. “Bella, what did you do?”
I looked at her, my vision blurred, and whispered, “I did try to kill him.”
Her breath caught.
“I wanted revenge. I thought he was the reason my father died. I believe he imprisoned him unjustly, tortured him, and had him killed. Santiago told me everything, fed me lies wrapped in half-truths, and I let my hate blind me. I joined forces with Vincent’s enemy. I planned everything. I wanted him to suffer.”
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