Chapter Eight – Revelations and Heartache
The white private Jet sat on the tarmac paintwork reflecting the overhead lights, as they shone down onto the black tarmac of the runway. Eva walked up the steps and turned around at the top taking one last look at the country she had called home for seven years.
Swallowing the lump in her throat and blinking away the tears that were stinging her eyes, Eva turned to walk into the jet. The large comfortable cream leather seats were filled with men, all dressed in black each of them looking Eva up and down as if she were a piece of fresh meat. Eva supressed the shudder that threatened to wave through her body, holding her head high.
“Sit here Bella Cigno” Marco said.
Moving her by the elbow into the seat closest to the window in front of a t
