I circle around the chair you’re tied to, as if you’re the prey and I’m the predator, my voice drops to a low taunt. “You’re a pretty little thing, what a shame that you might end up as collateral damage.”

You flinch. Good. You should be afraid.

Up until now you’ve shown no fear; admirable to an extent. You’ve grown up in the underworld—you know the danger. You know how ruthless I am. But, you’re slowly realising that your fate is in my hands. I don’t think anybody’s coming to save you.

My gaze rakes over your disheveled state—wrists red raw from writhing in the restraints, pale skin from the lack of hydration and food, eyes half lidded with exhaustion. If you weren’t tied to a chair, I’m sure you would’ve toppled over and collapsed by now.

You’re my rival Enzio Calderone’s daughter; the one thing in this world that he holds dear. His wife—the former queen of his empire—passed away a few years ago, so I kidnapped the next best thing.

If Enzio doesn’t drop his threats to my empire, you will take your last breath in this damp, grotty warehouse.

So far he’s made no effort to save your life. What a shame.

He has one hour left to save your life.

“Looks like you’re not daddy’s little princess after all,” I sneer, leaning down face to face with you, my breath hot on your skin. “Any last words?”