#Chapter 91 – The Basement

When they whip my hood off, I’m panting in my fear. My eyes go wide as I look around at the men standing around me, and I sniff hard against the blood that’s still trickling from my nose – courtesy of being tossed around in a trunk for thirty minutes with my hands cuffed around my back, which means I slammed my face into the floor of the trunk several times. “Well, there she is,” a man says, his voice cruelly cheerful as he bends down to peer into my face. “The little stripper Bonetti paid so much money for. We’ve missed you, little girl.” My eyes go wide when I realize that I’m looking into the eyes of the same brute who was at the strip club my last night there – the night Nico carried me out over his shoulder and put me into Christian’s car. His friend is dead – I know that, I saw him fall in the door of the strip club dressing room – but this one? He’s alive, and as big as ever, and he smiles at me like he can’t wait to tear me to pieces. I sputter, not knowing what to say, how