“What are you doing Giselle? He’ll kill you if he finds you.”
“Natasha, This life is killing me. Pietro’s popping pills in us like their candy. . Men touch us like we’re their property.’
“You don’t think we all feel that way? But, I’ve been here three years, and no one has escaped Pietro, and lived to tell about it.”
I continued curling my black hair. Pietro would collect me in five minutes
Kielo, the FBI agent, had paid to have me. We had been planning this for three weeks. I snatched up the passport, and placed it in my purse.
As Pietro drove me to what I hoped to be my last job, I beheld the lake by the house. A year and a half had passed since Mr. Palmer kidnapped me. I couldn’t lose it now. I had to keep it together a little while longer.
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