Chapter 8 Let Her Eat Cake
- SEVYN
- The cold chill swept through the cold grey isolated cell. A numbness crept over me, not just from the cold, but also the fear of the havoc Vincent Marchetti was causing while I was confined in this awful place. Had he made good on his threats and seduced my sister? Had he finished my mother off? I imagined him turning off her life support or smothering her with a pillow. They didn’t call him Malvagio for nothing, he’d earned the moniker.
- I rubbed my arms, cussing myself for choosing to wear a pencil dress the day I was taken away. But how was I to know this was where I’d end up? Life can be so unpredictable sometimes.