Escaping The Cage: I Married His Worst Enemy

My husband, the Capo of New York, gripped my hand as we walked into the soundproofed room.

He wasn't there to save me.

He was there to watch the family doctor carve out my mind.

A stranger named Sofia claimed I had sold her to a brothel twelve years ago.

It was a lie.

But Dante looked at me with cold marble eyes, believing the woman sobbing in his arms over the wife he had vowed to protect.

"Sit, Elena," he ordered.

He strapped me into the chair. He watched as they injected liquid fire into my veins to force a confession.