Mag-log inNadia’s POVThe SUV rattled over another pothole, the vibration traveled through the metal floor and straight into my cheek. My teeth knocked together with the impact.I lay curled on my side, my hands bound tightly behind my back with rough plastic zip ties. They dug into my wrists with every movement, cutting into the skin until it burned. The cloth hood over my head blocked out everything, trapping the stench of old sweat, grease, and exhaust around my face. Each breath came fast and shallow.My feet are completely numb from the freezing trek through the snow-covered forest, yet the cuts across my soles throbbed with every bump in the road. They burned so badly that I almost wished the cold would take the feeling away for good. My face still aches where Peter struck me earlier tonight. When I swallowed, I could taste the dried blood at the corner of my mouth.The SUV slowed down, loose gravel crunched beneath the tires before the vehicle finally stopped . For a few seconds, nobod
Nadia’s POVThe road is completely empty. Snow fell steadily around me, settling on the dark pavement and collecting along the roadside. I stood there with my arms wrapped around myself, shaking so badly that my teeth chatter. My dress is ruined, the black velvet is torn and dirty, streaked with blood from my hands and lip. My bare feet are numb, and every breath burned in my chest.I looked down the road, but it’s empty. I turned the other way, still nothing. All I needed is one car. A taxi. A truck. Anyone. I just needed someone to stop, someone who will see me standing here and help me. Then headlights suddenly appeared around the bend. Three sets. My heart instantly jumped. For one stupid second, I thought someone had finally found me. Until the vehicles came closer, three black SUVs. I raised one bloody hand to shield my eyes as the headlights washed over me. I took a step backward, my stomach sinker.“Lorenzo...” I whispered.He found me. That had to be it. I waited for Vikto
Nadia’s POV Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth, landing on the torn lace of my dress, I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding so hard against my ribs that every beat hurts. I stared down at my hands, at the blood smeared across my palms, and for several seconds I couldn’t make myself move. Behind me, Peter was still screaming. His voice tore through the closed door, followed by another agonized groan. I flinched. What have I done? The thought barely forms before another one crushed it. I needed to get out. If I go back to the ballroom, Lorenzo will find me. And the moment he sees me like this, there will be no stopping him. He’ll see the torn dress, blood on my hands, bruises already forming on my face. He’ll know Peter dragged me into that room. And then he’ll kill him. Not quietly, not later. Right there in the middle of the gala. The entire ballroom will erupt into chaos. Men will reach for their guns, Peter’s blood will be on the floor, and Lorenzo will tur
Nadia’s POV I gave myself five minutes on the balcony, to breathe and stop my hands from shaking. The cold had already seeped through my shoes, and my fingers were numb beneath the velvet wrap. I rubbed them together and took one last look at the city beyond the terrace before forcing myself back inside. I couldn’t stay out there forever. Lorenzo would eventually come looking for me. And if he found out I’d been alone with Peter, I didn’t even want to imagine what would happen. I pushed through the glass doors. The ballroom swallowed me again. Music filled the room, louder than before. Waiters moved between the guests with trays of champagne while conversations rose and fell around me. I immediately searched for Viktor, but I couldn’t find him. I looked toward the archway. Still nothing. A group of capos had gathered near the entrance, blocking my view. Where had he gone? I stepped to the side, trying to see past them, but I could see nothing. My chest tightened. Maybe he’d
Nadia’s POV The terrace is colder than I expected. The moment I stepped through the glass doors, the wind hit my face and made me pull my velvet wrap tighter around myself. I welcomed it. Anything was better than the heat and noise inside. From where I stood, I could see the gardens below. Snow covered parts of the hedges, and small lights had been placed along the paths. Beyond the estate, the city stretched into the distance, its lights scattered against the dark sky. For the first time that evening, I could breathe. I rested my hands against the stone railing. Viktor was still inside, near the doors. I could see him through the glass, standing with his back straight and his attention fixed on the ballroom. I knew Lorenzo had ordered him to watch me. At least I wasn’t completely alone. Then I heard footsteps. Slow and unhurried. I didn’t have to turn around. “Beautiful view.” Peter. My shoulders tightened as he came to stand beside me. Too close. I kept my eyes o
Nadia’s POVFor several seconds after Amato’s arrival, nobody moves.The ballroom has gone so quiet that I can hear the faint hum of the chandeliers overhead. Lorenzo stands in front of me, completely still.His shoulders are squared, his expression unreadable, and his eyes remain fixed on Amato.Around us, men shift uneasily. A few hands disappear beneath suit jackets. Nobody need to say what they were reaching for.I tighten my fingers around the back of Lorenzo’s jacket. Then a man’s voice comes from somewhere to our right.“D’Amato. You bring quite an entrance with you.”I turn. A man steps out from the alcove beside the VIP lounge, a glass of scotch in one hand.He looks nothing like the men surrounding him.His suit is slate gray, perfectly fitted, and his light brown hair is neatly combed back. He couldn’t have been much older than Lorenzo. There is something easy about the way he carries himself, as though he hadn’t just walked into the middle of a room where two rival famili
Nadia’s POV My heart hammered frantically against my ribs as I watched Lorenzo walk to my uncle and crouched down in front of him. “I want her. Consider it a repayment of your debt. Also, here is seven million dollars. Do not come for her in future, I’m paying you pretty well for her.” He said a
“Nadia’s POV I walked down the street that led to the Bennetts mansion as the event of earlier today replayed in my head. That man is really a devil. They call him the prince of hell, but they are wrong. He is the devil himself. The way his icy blue eyes stared at me, I could feel the hairs on
Nadia’s POV I stood rooted to the spot, trying to process what I’d just heard. Then I turned to Jaxon, “was he talking to me?” I asked, gesturing at myself with my finger. “He definitely was, Nadia.” he responded. Oh God. “Well, why are you still standing there, Nadia? Go on and get changed!
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