SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW
"God, this is so good!" My voice rang out, filling every corner of the room.
I was back in bed again—same room where I'd woken up earlier. I still felt like I'd been kidnapped, and well… technically I had been, by Dallius. But it wasn't to carve me up and sell my organs. No, he'd taken me because he wanted me to carry his child.
And because I'm apparently reckless enough to challenge a Mafia Boss—I'd said yes. So here I was now, devouring the incredible spread they'd brought me.
Seriously though—this food was way too good. There's no way they made it here. They must've bought it from some fancy restaurant or another.
"Someone's got a hollow leg!"
My eyes flew wide and I froze mid-bite at the comment from the men in black, masked and standing stiff near the door. They were the same guys I'd chatted with earlier, the ones who'd brought me this feast.
