I'm being set up. This is all Aldo's twisted plan. Gianna's desperate words come back to haunt me, and I fist my hands.
I'm being framed. I'm innocent.
Lead fills my stomach as I storm out of my office, taking the stairs two at a time towards the back where I've imprisoned my own wife. My wife, who was telling the truth all along.
I slap my palm against the security panel impatiently and rush through the door the instant it slides open, down the hallway to the last room, where I find her curled up into herself on the thin mattress, shivering violently.
My heart lurches painfully as I yank the door open, cursing as a gust of freezing air hits me. What the fuck? "Why is it so cold in here? Didn't Lorenzo turn on the heater?"
Gianna looks up at me wordlessly, her face pale as death, teeth chattering audibly. Fuck. I shrug out of my jacket and drape it over her trembling shoulders. Then I wrap my arms around her and scoop her up, carrying her out of the freezing hellhole.
