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Heels & Handcuffs - Club Gold Trilogy 11
NICK I found her in the library—a room lined floor-to-ceiling with books, a gas fireplace crackling in the corner, and windows overlooking the snow-covered mountains. Bella sat curled in an oversized armchair, a sketchbook in her lap, actually drawing for the first time since we'd brought her here. I stood in the doorway for a moment, just watching. She'd changed in the week since we'd brought her to the cabin. The bruises had faded to yellow-green shadows. She'd gained a few pounds, filling out the hollows in her cheeks. She smiled more, laughed occasionally, and the constant wariness in her eyes had dimmed slightly. She was healing. And she was breathtaking. "You're staring again," she said without looking up, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Guilty." I crossed to the other chair, settling into it. "What are you drawing?" She hesitated, then turned the sketchbook so I could see. It was a landscape—the view from her bedroom window, rendered in careful detail. Mountains and tr
Heels & Handcuffs - Club Gold Trilogy 10
BELLA "I don't think this is a good idea," I said for the third time as Nick helped me into a coat that was too expensive and fit too well. "It's a great idea," he countered, adjusting the collar. "You can't hide forever, and meeting the family is an important step." "But what if Marcus—" "Won't know," Alex said from the doorway. "The Greyson estate is more secure than most government facilities. And you'll be surrounded by people who will protect you." That was what scared me. Not the security, but the people. Meeting Alex and Nick's family meant questions I didn't know how to answer, expectations I couldn't meet, and the risk of disappointing people who'd been nothing but kind to me. We'd been at the cabin for five days. Five days of slowly learning to breathe again, of rediscovering simple pleasures like coffee in the morning and the silence of falling snow. Five days of Alex and Nick treating me like I was precious instead of broken. Five days of falling for them without me
Heels & Handcuffs - Club Gold Trilogy 9
ALEX I woke with Bella curled against my side, her head on my chest, one small hand fisted in my t-shirt like she was afraid I'd disappear. Nick was on her other side, his arm draped protectively over her waist. We'd fallen asleep like this after her nightmare, maintaining the pretense of propriety even as we surrounded her with warmth and protection. Now, in the gray light of dawn, I allowed myself a moment to simply feel—the weight of her against me, the trust implicit in her unconscious surrender to sleep, the rightness of having her here. Then my phone vibrated on the nightstand, and reality came crashing back. I eased away carefully, not wanting to wake her, and grabbed the phone. Jake's name on the screen made my stomach clench. He wouldn't call at 5:47 AM unless it was important. I slipped out of the room and into the hallway before answering. "Talk to me," I said quietly. "We have a problem." Jake's voice was grim. "Marcus Hartley filed a missing person report on Bella
Heels & Handcuffs - Club Gold Trilogy 8
BELLA The nightmare was different this time. Usually, I dreamed of Marcus finding me, dragging me back to the pristine prison of his penthouse, punishing me for daring to leave. Those dreams were straightforward terror, replays of three years of abuse condensed into horrifying highlight reels. But tonight's dream was worse because it was real. A memory. *The art gallery opening. My work on display—five paintings I'd done in secret, hidden from Marcus for months, entered into a student showcase under a pseudonym. I'd been so proud, so hopeful.* *Then Marcus appeared. His face calm, pleasant even, as he greeted the other attendees. But his hand on my arm was bruising, his whispered words venomous. "We're leaving. Now."* *The ride home in silence. The cold precision with which he destroyed all five paintings, shredding canvas, snapping frames, grinding my paints into the expensive carpet. My dreams, my talent, my future—annihilated in front of me while I stood frozen.* *"You're mi
Heels & Handcuffs - Club Gold Trilogy 7
NICK Watching Bella sleep through the security monitor felt wrong. I knew it did. But after she'd settled into her room—the master suite on the opposite end of the cabin from the one Alex and I shared—I couldn't help myself. She'd changed into the sleep clothes we'd provided, brushed her teeth with mechanical precision, and then climbed into bed like she was afraid it might bite her. Even now, two hours later, she slept curled into a defensive ball, one hand tucked under her pillow. "You're staring again," Alex said from his position at his laptop. We'd set up a temporary office in the loft, giving us a view of the main floor while maintaining privacy for our work. "She's had three nightmares already," I said, gesturing to the monitor. "Wakes up shaking, checks the locks on her door, then forces herself back to sleep." "PTSD," Alex said without looking up. "Classic symptoms. It'll take time." "How much time?" "As much as she needs." He finally glanced at me, one eyebrow raised.
Heels & Handcuffs - Club Gold Trilogy 6
BELLA I woke to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows and, for one blissful moment, forgot where I was. Then memory crashed back—Marcus, running, hiding, two identical men with gray eyes who'd found me and brought me here. To their penthouse. I sat up slowly, my body protesting. Everything hurt—ribs, arms, the persistent ache in my jaw where Marcus had backhanded me four days ago. But I was clean, warm, and safe. For now. The room was exactly as I remembered: luxury I didn't deserve, comfort I didn't trust. On the nightstand, someone had left a glass of water and two pain pills with a note in masculine handwriting: *For the pain. -A* Alex. The older twin. The intense one. I took the pills, grateful, then made my way to the bathroom. The mirror showed the same bruised face, but my eyes looked less hollow after a few hours of real sleep. The yoga pants and sweater from last night were rumpled, and I remembered Amanda—their mother—kept clothes here. The closet reveal
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