34. Hiding From The Monster

Sofia's POV

I woke up that afternoon with an empty stomach and rolled on my bed for a moment before opening my eyes to see the walls of my room.

For a moment, I forgot this was my captor's mansion and when I remember, I wished I could go back to my former life.

It was fvcking boring, yeah, but people didn't get to die because of me.

To think I was happy he had moved my room to this place but at what cost?

I still fail to understand why he murdered my landlord and the tenants.

It just didn't make sense.

Did he have a dispute with them regarding moving my things out or he was just trying to prove a point to me?

I had a painful headache. The same ache that sent me to sleep off after crying my eyes out.

It was difficult trying to think like a murderer.

Maybe I was blinded by his good look to keep forgetting he is a Mafia man.

He's the Devil in an Armani.

I sniffed and rolled to a sitting position, burying my head between my head.

Now I hated him for real. Everything I felt before and susp