The Ransom I Paid Became His Death Sentence

Six years ago, my husband and I were taken during a trip abroad, a staged snatch that reeked of a setup even then. The blood tied to our name could only cover the ransom for one of us.

For Salvatore's sake, I chose to stay behind in that room and let him walk back into the light.

Later, a powerful man paid my ransom. In return, I served under him for six years and became the right hand no soldier dared cross.

In the sixth year, after I had helped him bury every threat that circled his territory, I was finally released from the debt. With nothing left holding me, I began the long road home.