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—Ellie— I wasn’t sure how much time had passed. The minutes seemed to blur together, when Tristan picked me up again and eventually put me down on something soft. My eyes peeled open, heavy-lidded and burning from crying. The first thing I registered was the bed I was lying on. Soft satin sheets, blood-red. A majestic canopy bed made from black wood, the posts twisting as if two branches had wound around another to form each. Tristan appeared beside the bed and sank down, causing the mattress to dip under his weight. He was naked except for a knife holster, which was strapped to his chest. Muscles and scars and barely restrained strength. I averted my eyes, my teeth beginning to chatter again. Tristan reached over me. “Don’t,” I said weakly. Then firmer, “Don’t touch me.” Tristan’s dark eyes held mine with intent. He bent low until his face filled my vision. “After what you saw me do today, you still defy me? Don’t you think submitting to
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—Tristan— I grabbed sweatpants to put on before I headed downstairs into our gaming room, where Savio, Damian,and Mason were sitting. Since Damian had married Kate and she had joined our family, my days of walking through the house naked when I pleased were fucking over. My brothers regarded me as if I was a bomb about to detonate. I flashed them a smile. Mason shook his head but didn’t say anything. He didn’t try to hide his aversion toward me or his reluctance about becoming a Camorrista. Damian rose slowly. “You shouldn’t have brought her here.” I grabbed the pizza menu. “Savio, order pizza for us and an extra one for Eleanor.” Nico came around the sofa. My eyes flickered over the tension in his limbs. “Tristan, take her somewhere else.” “No,” I said. “She will stay here, under this roof, where I can keep a fucking eye on her.” My brother stopped in front of me, a deep frown pulling his brows together. That was the equivalent of an
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—Tristan— Downstairs, I grabbed one of the pizza boxes before I returned to the guest bedroom in my wing. This time, Eleanor sat on the bed and didn’t look up when I entered. She held the silver nightgown in her hands. “What if I refuse to wear it?” “You can wear your nightgown for the show or be naked. Your blood will look just as enticing against your white skin as it would against the nightgown.” A small shiver rippled through her body, and she let the piece of clothing flutter to the ground at her bare feet. I walked closer. “Here. You haven’t eaten in more than a day.” I set the pizza box down on the nightstand. She eyed it suspiciously. I waited for her to shove it away, to try punishing me by starving herself, like my mother had always tried with our father. It hadn’t worked with him, and it wouldn’t work with me. “I hope it’s poisoned,” she muttered, then reached for a slice and took a big bite. She chewed then raised her eyes t
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—Tristan— Damian’s expression was strained, but he wasn’t about to lose his shit again. He was staring into my eyes, no longer at Eleanor. He swallowed then the cold mask took hold of his face and he straightened. “You will have to stitch her up yourself. You played this game and lost. You underestimated your opponent,” he drawled then left, leaving me standing there, fucking furious and fucking ecstatic. I turned around slowly. Eleanor was swaying but trying to stand tall. Her chin was covered in blood from the wound in her lip, from biting down on it to stop a scream. She didn’t give me a single one. My gaze dipped lower. Her nightgown was stained with the blood still trickling from the cut in her arm, which she cradled against her chest. She was supposed to choose differently like all the other women always did. Instead, she’d caught me off guard, had taken the painful road, had forced my fucking hand. She hadn’t given me the triumph of off
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—Tristan— After returning Ellie to the guest room, which I locked this time, I was about to start doing my daily training, kicking the punching bag, when Kate stormed into the game room. Damian was close behind her and tried stopping her, but she tore away from his grip and stalked toward me, looking furious. I turned to her, raising my eyebrows. She didn’t stop until she was right in front of me and shoved me hard, her eyes brimming with tears. I caught her wrists because she looked like she would slap me next, and that was something we both didn’t want to happen. A second later, a steely grip closed around my forearm. “Release her now,” Damian ordered. I met his gaze, not liking his tone one bit. His grip tightened further. A warning. A threat. We had never really fought against each other, for good reason, and I would lay my fucking life down before I would allow it to happen. But Kate could be the reason why Damian might risk it. I let go
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—Ellie— I lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, worrying about my family, especially Mateo. He was so protective of me, what if he did something stupid like attack and get himself killed? I wanted to be saved but if something happened to Sam, I wouldn’t survive. I’d rather suffer pain and endure Tristan’s presence than see my cousin get hurt. A heavy weight settled in my stomach when I remembered the look in his eyes when Tristan had put the knife against my skin. That look had hurt so much more than the shallow cut. But the cut had given me an important piece of information about Tristan. He had a weakness, and it had something to do with those scars and his brothers. Steps sounded in front of my door and someone knocked. I sat up, surprised. Nobody had bothered to knock. The lock sounded and the door swung open as I stood, and a young woman with dark hair and dark eyes, wearing a yellow summer dress, stepped in. She was shorter than
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—Ellie— There wasn’t a clock anywhere in the room, but it must have been early afternoon by now. Except for the cold pizza and the tap water, I hadn’t had anything to eat or drink. Maybe this was another part of Tristan’s game. The sound of knocking followed by the lock being turned made me face the door. I winced at the dull pain in my forearm. A teenage boy in fight shorts and a T-shirt stepped into my room. He had slightly longer curly brown hair and was lean but muscled. “Hey,” he said hesitantly, brown eyes kind. “Tristan sent me to get you.” I didn’t move from my spot at the window. “What are you, his servant?” The boy smiled an unguarded, honest smile. A smile few could afford in our circles. “I’m his youngest brother, but that’s as good as the same in Tristan’s eyes.” He opened the door wider and gestured for me to walk through. I wondered what he would do if I refused to follow him. He was taller than me and definit
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—Tristan— I headed for the utility cupboard. Savio leaned against the bar, nursing a drink and his bruised ego. “Next time you should pay more attention.” He glared. “I think from the two of us, you have more reason to worry. She’s yours, not mine. Wait till she tries to boil your dick.” “I can control Eleanor. Don’t worry.” I took a mop and a bucket out of the closet before I returned into the kitchen. Eleanor stood at exactly the same spot, frowning down at the floor. I handed her the bucket and the mop, which she both took without protest. She avoided my eyes as she set out to fill the bucket with water and put it down on the ground. It became apparent pretty quickly that she had never wielded a mop in her life. She used too much water, flooding the floor. Leaning against the counter, I watched her in silence. She should have taken a rag, gotten down on her knees, and cleaned the floor properly, but I knew her pride would stop he
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