Pietro's voice sounded immediately, "And don't come back if you aren't ready to beg for forgiveness!"
The line went dead immediately as I stared at my phone speechless.
The two people who had sworn a blood oath to protect me had just locked me up, leaving me in so much pain after the trauma I'd gone through in two days.
I was kidnapped, thrown from a moving car, lost my baby, all because of Nadina, and I'm the one who hurt her and should apologize.
That night I laughed so hard my cheeks hurt. My laughter sounded hollow, like someone who had lost her mind. The sound bounced off the tile walls and came back to me wrong, distorted, the laughter of a woman locked inside a room that smelled of bleach and her own blood in a building the Russo Family owned from basement to roof.
By morning, the cleaners found me passed out on the restroom floor. They took me to the Family doctor, who sighed when he saw me.
"What have you gotten yourself into, Liliana?" he asked me with a weary sigh.
I gave him a teary look. "I have no idea, doctor."