Escape My Mafia Husband

My husband locked me in the basement to starve to death.

On the last day of my life, he was upstairs having dinner with another woman. I could hear the clink of silverware against porcelain, hear her laughter, and hear him say: "The one in the basement will be quiet in a few days."

And he really didn't come down again.

The first second I was reborn, I lay in the darkness with my back against the cold concrete floor. The butterfly tattoo on my inner thigh was still faintly burning.

I had been