FRANCESCA's POV
I sighed, grabbing the shirt I had come into the house with the previous day and some of the toiletries that had been brought to my room while I was out.
The idea was to always go with everything he says until I can get out of here unharmed.
I sighed again, closing the door behind me and walking back to his room. I knew his father was going to figure out soon that I had been moved and throw a fit about it but what better way to stay protected than with his son in the first place.
He wasn’t going to kill Dante and Dante would most definitely not allow him kill me… no he wouldn’t, he wanted to do that all by himself if everything he had told me and I had heard was any indication.
I was walking a tightrope and it was only a matter of time before I slipped……
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