Chapter 34

MARCELLA

I slammed the door, heading to my garden while wiping away my tears. This was bullshit. How was I a prisoner to the head of the Mafia now? I was a normal person, just living my life and then one trip to the bathroom and everything changed. Giovanni should have never talked to me knowing what danger it put me in. He really didn't fucking care one bit about me.

I went to my milkweed plants