C30 Captured And Claimed By The Mafia Don

Kimberly POV

The room’s shadows crept closer, pressing in with the weight of stale, stagnant air. I squinted at the figure on the screen as Treo adjusted the phone on its tripod, its dull glow illuminating a face half-hidden in shadow. Something about him tugged at my memory, but I couldn't really fathom it.

“Hello, pretty friend of mine.” His voice slithered through the silence