Chapter 117: My Bestfriend’s Cell

Selena – POV

The steak bled on the silver plate like it was waiting for my name.

“Sit,” Giordano said, like he was asking me to dinner—not death.

His voice was calm. Too calm.

I was already in the cell, but he wanted me to sit like I was some guest of honor. Sick bastard. The table was small....

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