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FRANCESCA's POV The f*****g bastard, I fumed as Marco led me away. I did not struggle as he pushed me into my father and brother’s cell and made sure I was properly secured at the corner with my own cuffs. If I could count the number of times I have been cuffed to the wall or to a chair or to some f*****g bed, I would scream. Fucking bastard… I am going to kill him, I continued fuming as Marco left. I did not think he wanted to be a part of whatever was going on with the way he had tried to be gentle and when he had found me and warned me about running away. I wondered if I begged he would help us get free but decided against it. He looked too loyal to Dante and even if he wasn’t, I did not want something bad to happen to him just because he decided to help me. Look where I had gotte