~ Zoie’s POV ~
The air was cold and eerie inside the mansion, it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Zoie looked around and noted the number of men guarding the area. There were about twenty people. They kept walking until they reached a long hallway. A part of this hallway seemed newly built, like it was just reconstructed. It even had a ceiling and a door.
“Come on,” Giulio yanked her forward and pushed her to keep walking.
On the other side of the door, they arrived into a big room with red brick walls. In the middle of the room was a big wooden table. Standing next to the table was an old man wearing a white shirt. Giulio stopped walking and turned to Zoie. He pulled the duct tape off her mouth and it ripped her skin.
“Ouch!” she yelped.
Ignoring her cries, Giulio p
