#Chapter39
AVATIA'S POV
I slowly peeked one eye open, then the other. I couldn't sit upright. My neck hurt so much. Memories of last night flashed in my mind. I started panicking. Where am I? I noticed that someone was sitting on the bed I was lying on. Probably Mr. De Luca. Oh my, I hurriedly sat up and relief washed over me when I realized I was in my room. Good grief. I looked to my right and saw him staring at me. He usually had an unreadable expression but what I saw in his eyes, was pure sadness and regret. How did I get out of that place alive? How did he save me with a broken arm? I looked at his arm and realized he'd taken the bandage off. Stubborn guy. But that was the least of my worries. My neck hurt so much. Three days ago, he strangled me and just last evening, that Russian monster did the same. What was up with this mafia men and my neck? I couldn't even turn properly.
