His Hostage

I was innocent before him, and he wanted nothing more than to ruin me. 

And if I’m honest, I wanted him too, even knowing I shouldn’t. 


I knew he was a bad man, it doesn’t take more than a single look to know it. 

Dark eyes and a charming smile that’s made to fool girls like me.  

Still, I caved; I gave into temptation.  


And then I saw something I shouldn’t have. 

Wrong place, wrong time.  The mafia doesn’t let witnesses simply walk away. 


Regret has a name, and it’s Vincent Valetti. 

He won’t let them kill me, but he’s not going to let me go either.