MARRIED TO THE CAPO

Chapter 25

Eva

I was yanked back to the cold, dark cell, the familiar feeling of despair washing over me like a wave. Louis's furious face was etched in my mind, his eyes blazing with anger and jealousy. His grip on my neck still lingered, a painful reminder of him.

"Do you love that Lorenzo fucker that much?" he had spat, his voice low and menacing. He had pulled me close, his breath hot on my face, his eyes boring into mine.

I had frozen, unsure of how to respond. Did I love Lorenzo? I didn't know. I cared for him deeply, but love? I hadn't allowed myself to consider it.

As I sat in the darkness, I felt a glimmer of emotion I hadn't allowed myself to feel. It was dangerous, I knew. Loving someone in my situation could only lead to pain and heartache.

But I couldn't help it. The thought of Lorenzo had become a lifeline, a thread of hope in the darkness. And I couldn't help but wonder...what if? What if I did love him? What if I had a chance to escape, to be with him?

The thoughts swirled in my mind, a dangerous distraction from the reality of my situation. I pushed them aside, focusing on survival.

I had to think clearly if I wanted to get out alive. I attempted to recall the place I was just in, before Louis had dragged me back to this cell.

It seemed like a house, a large and luxurious one. I remembered seeing ornate furniture and expensive-looking artwork on the walls. And then there was the basement, where this cell was located.

I examined my cell more closely, searching for any means of escape. The walls were solid concrete, the door was metal, and the window was too high to reach. But I had to keep trying.

As I paced back and forth in the small space, I heard the sound of footsteps echo outside my cell, and I tensed, wondering who it could be.

The door creaked open, and a tray of food was pushed inside. My stomach growled at the sight of the lunch spread.

At first, I hesitated, thinking it could be poisoned. But I knew I needed every advantage and energy to escape. And Louis's obsession with me made me doubt he'd resort to poisoning.

I ate the food, savoring each bite. When I finished, I looked up at the person who had brought the tray.

"I need to use the bathroom," I said, trying to sound calm.

The person hesitated before nodding and stepping aside. "Follow me and don't you dare try anything."

As I walked out of the cell, I took in every detail. The basement was dimly lit. A narrow staircase led upstairs.

I followed the person, my senses on high alert, ready to seize any opportunity that came my way. I carefully memorized the route we took. I recalled the path from earlier that morning when Louis had taken me to meet him. But now, we were heading in the opposite direction.

We turned down a long hallway, and my heart sank. Row after row of metal doors lined the corridor, each one bearing a small window. Cells. This wasn't the way out.

I knew I had to keep up the charade, pretending I was just focused on using the bathroom. But my mind was racing. Where was the exit? Was it upstairs, past the luxurious rooms I had glimpsed earlier?

The person stopped in front of a door, unlocked it, and gestured for me to enter. "You have five minutes," he said, his voice firm.

I stepped inside, taking in the small bathroom. A single toilet and sink. No windows.

As I pretended to use the facilities, my eyes scanned the room for any possible tool .

Nothing!

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside. Time was up.