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Chapter 12: The Predator's Game

Author: Sire Bliss
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-27 16:12:13

The sound of the bedroom door closing behind me echoes like a gunshot in the silence as i finally got to my bedroom to talk in private.

I'm already in my nightgown when Luca finally enters, having changed quickly after our tense conversation downstairs. The thin silk feels like armor that wouldn't stop a paper cut, let alone whatever mood he's brought back from Rome.

"You didn't answer my question earlier." His voice cuts through the darkness as he moves toward the dresser. The clink of his cufflinks hitting the marble surface sounds unnaturally loud.

"Which question?" I keep my voice steady, but my hands betray me as I fidget with the book I've been pretending to read.

"About your family's activities."

“You never asked me about anything Luca.” I whispered

“But now I am asking you nicely or do you want me to get angry.” Luca yelled

The mattress dips as he sits on the edge of the bed, close enough that I can smell his cologne mixed with something sharper—whiskey, maybe. Or blood. With
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