I can see the wheels turning in Luca’s head. There’s no turning back now. He needs to know everything. I just hope he doesn’t run for the hills screaming.
“How?” is all he says.
I take a deep breath. “One of my uncle’s enemies kidnapped me. I was walking home from school. He pulled up in a black SUV, grabbed me, and threw me inside. I fought, but he was bigger. Stronger.”
Luca’s arms tighten around me.
“Did he hurt you?” His voice is low, protective.
“No. Not like that. I had a few bruises, but nothing serious.”
He nods, waiting.
“I was with him for two hours. I played the sweet, scared little girl. I cried. I begged. I made him think I was harmless. He let his guard down.”
Luca’s jaw clenches. “How did you kill him?”
“I made him think I was scared of guns. He laughed at me. Said
