{CHIARA}
I'm surrounded by the Romanian Mafia. Every damn member is dressed in five-piece suits while their wives sip red wine in their spectacular gowns, eyeing me with distaste. One thing is for sure, if Killian hadn't filled me with vodka before making our way here, I probably wouldn't have the balls to look a single person in the eye.
I knew my Romanian captor was the head of the DeLorenzo family, but hearing it and seeing it are two very different things. The people here—the very ones he calls family—fear him, and it's clear that Killian DeLorenzo is a wicked man.
He's callous and cruel, unforgiving and twisted. The things I've heard on the news about his family are enough to send me into a blind panic. And yet here I am, standing in the middle of their annual family ball.
