Chapter 79: The Softest Trap
Katarina POV: A hostage at Giordano's villa
I hadn't seen Maribel in days.
Not a sound. Not a scream. Not a whisper through the vents.
Just silence. That sick, suffocating kind that crawled under your skin and stayed.
I was curled on the cold tile floor, back pressed to the bed frame. The room smelled like stale perfume and disinfectant. My wrists were raw from being yanked around. My lips cracked. My knees ached.
Maribel could be dead. And maybe that would be ...