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Chapters (32)
  1. Books by Jill
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. Chapter 16
  18. Chapter 17
  19. Chapter 18
  20. Chapter 19
  21. Chapter 20
  22. Chapter 21
  23. Chapter 22
  24. Chapter 23
  25. Chapter 24
  26. Chapter 25
  27. Chapter 26
  28. Chapter 27
  29. Epilogue
  30. Acknowledgments
  31. About the Author
  32. Social Media & Website

This man was a total sociopath, and I’d had no idea. I considered myself exceptionally observant, but he’d fooled even me. Panic made my muscles begin to seize and clench even more than they already were fighting off the cold. I was wracked with full-body tremors. He didn’t think it was too cold, but he had a hundred pounds on me and was in a full suit. I had a thin blouse and jeggings on—my teeth were chattering so bad my jaw was already aching.

“Enzo, it’s been a while … Yeah, save the threats for someone who cares. I have little Sofia here, so I need you to listen up … That’s better. You call off all the hunting dogs—you, the Russos and Gallos, and especially the fucking Russians. I want safe passage from the city, and once I’m out, I’ll tell you where you can find Sofia … I figured you’d ask—here.” He placed his hand over the receiver and glared at me with challenge, showing me how much he’d enjoy punishing me for any misstep.

I attempted to take the phone in my hand, but he swatted my hands away, holding the phone to my ear. “D-d-dad?” I shivered, unable to help my chattering.

“Sofia, are you okay?” His voice was wrought with concern, making my chest constrict with the desire to run into the safety of his arms.

“Yes-s-s-s, but I l-l-lost my n-n-necklace, I’m s-s-so s-s-sorry.”

Sal yanked the phone away from me, narrowing his eyes as he studied the angry red mark on my neck. I could imagine he was wondering if it had been there before and whether it had been pulled off when he transported me or if I was trying to pull a stunt.

“That’s enough,” he spat into the phone. “Your daughter is a little cold right now. You’re going to want to follow my instructions or this could go very badly for her. I’ll send you instructions on where to find her, but only once I’m safely out of the country. You lay a hand on me until then, and she’s dead.” He ended the call, his eyes gleaming with victory. Without another glance at me, he left the freezer, slamming the door behind him.

Until he left the country? How long would that take?

I wasn’t sure how I’d manage an hour, let alone a full day or more.