Taken By The Mafia Lord

oom was so small and had a nasty smell, the rays of light shun through the th

was a dream, but her eyes were literally te

he thought to hersel

ing to the door. She banged on it several times, yelling o

lling. "Please, where am I?" She asked the figure w

Miss Bred." He sa

cell? How did

here until your brother surrenders himself. And just in case you don't know, you have only 48 hours

h her brain. She has just 48 hours to live? This is all Olsen's faul

sed her the previous night that her life was in safe hands. He never

ntil now. She hasn't gotten out from the pain of losing her

le her. It's just her alone, stuck in a cell in the middle of nowhere.

ating. It was more like no one noticed she existed. Sh

some thing thick enough to hold back the cold. Her teeth gnashed, her

he knew she only had a few hours left to go, and Olsen wasn't mak

. She rushed to pick it, devouring it like some one who hasn't eaten for days. Freya was

m to matter. Even while she ate on the bread, all her mind could think of was herself. How it would fe

ke a game. But how is she to know that her life

just wants to remain in her soliloquized mood, she just wants to fee

llowing day. Her eyes were opened even as the morning su

rself over and over again in each passing minute. "Do

And it wasn't forty eight hours yet, Vincenzo ordered the guards to bring her. Not

t gone yet, and the sky was a bit bright. It's probably a few

alked in. "No. No. Don't take

p." One of the m

he cell. She struggled to let go but their grip was

d there was no single light to see. The next thing she knew, they had shut

amn door! Some one please

eard a not-so-familiar voice say fr

s sitting on a well designed wooden chair which was just beside the lamp wh

e figure, she asked. "W

Miss Bred. You should be counting your second

know any thing about that nig

said I do

ing this to me? Why

theart, I just c