Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 1111

Lavinia was trapped in the cage with nowhere to hide. The vicious dog lunged at her, its teeth sinking deep into her arm, tearing at her skin.

She screamed, pain ripping through her as blood streamed down her arm. Desperate, she managed to yank herself free and crawled frantically toward the corner.

Luckily, the dog was still held back by a heavy chain. She dragged herself just far enough away that it could only bark and snap at the air, unable to reach her.

Blackdog stood there, his face unreadable. “I’m giving you another chance,” he said, calm and cold. “If you still don’t talk, I’ll let the chain loose. You can see for yourself what happens next.”

Lavinia knew he wasn’t just threatening her. She glanced at the other cages and saw even more dogs staring, hungry and restless.

Her whole body shook as she started to cry. “I’m telling the truth, I swear! Sandra was always the one sending people to contact me, always giving me instructions. I promise, if I’m lying, may I never have peace again...”

Blackdog could tell she was at her breaking point and probably didn’t know anything else. Still, he hid his thoughts and kept his tone steady. “I’ll have someone look into this. If I find out you lied...” His eyes flicked to the snarling dogs, and he didn’t have to finish the sentence.

“Yes, check all you want!” Lavinia sobbed, nodding hard. “I’ve told you everything!”

Blackdog signaled for his men to pull the dog back and lock it up.

With her life on the line, Sandra’s voice sharpened with fear. “After the Taylor family fell apart, I lost everything. The old guy I was with has nowhere near the power of the Roberts family, and he’d never lift a finger for me. Lavinia is a Roberts. Her family has been running things in Cabinda for years. She’s the only one who could pull something like this off...”

Blackdog didn’t look convinced. “But you lived abroad for years. You knew all kinds of people. Are you telling me not one of your old lovers would help you out?”

Sandra went quiet, searching for words. She knew if she didn’t explain herself, she was dead.

“No way,” she said quickly. “I wasn’t serious with any of them. I used them for what I wanted, or just took their money. Most of them probably hate me now. Why would any of them stick their neck out for me? I only came back because things got so bad, I had nowhere else to go...”