One thing was certain: I had to leave. I hadn’t seen much of Silvio, but I suspected he was investing in Eve’s underground business on my behalf.

Ruth and I hadn’t spoken since she left my room; we didn’t need to, and I was pretty sure she wouldn’t even want to see me.

I was surprised she had defended me; otherwise, my body would likely be decaying somewhere after Silvio tore me apart.

I glanced around the room one last time. The sooner I left, the better. I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing the look on his face when he discovered I was gone.

Helen entered the room, and...