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His blood-stained fingers flew over the keyboard, each movement quick and precise. He ignored the warning screens and went straight through the master security controls, bypassing the override that kept my cage locked. "Come on, sweetheart," Leone grunted over me, he unzipped his pants with a jerk,
My vision began to spot with bright white light as he squeezed my throat tighter, forcing my head back. He used his knee to force my legs apart, his frame completely trapping me against the wall. He reached down with his free hand, ripping at the front of my shirt, his fingers clawing at my skin as
Then, Leone turned around and started walking slowly toward Gianna's cage. As he moved closer, step by slow step, his hands went down to his waist, slowly unbuckling the heavy leather belt around his pants. The metal buckle clinked loudly. The sound of the buckle opening made something inside me g
Then she looked at me and gave the smallest nod. I lowered my hand and slipped my own device behind my back. Leone turned away from the monitors and his eyes swept across the room, “Where is it?” When nobody answered, he checked his pockets again, his breathing became heavier. His eyes moved towar
I stared at it, for half a second, I forgot about the room, forgot about the cages, forgot about the security system and the men outside. All I could see was the blood. My gaze lingered on the dark red patch longer than it should have. Leone had done that. The thought came quietly, almost withou
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ Ciro's face appeared through the open vent, still wearing that irritating grin. Dust clung to his hair and the side of his face, and there was a faint sheen of sweat across his forehead. He looked completely out of place above us, half-hidden behind the metal grille. For once,
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I was back at the Rose Garden, which was basically a fancy way of saying a place where girls got dressed up to be arm candy for guys with too much money. "I’m telling you, Mama D, they aren’t humans," I groaned, throwing my head back so hard my ponytail nearly hit the floor. "The
Raphael ━━ ⛓ ━━ Gold-digging whores. I didn’t even have to look at them to know that’s exactly what they were. The smell of desperation always clung to women like them, no matter how much expensive perfume they sprayed on their wrists to hide it. Hazel Kinsley. She was the widow of some patheti
Gianna ━⊰ ❦ ⊱━ I tugged at the scrap of black lace riding up my hip. This outfit wasn’t clothes, it was a prayer. A tiny, see-through prayer. I caught my reflection in the cracked dressing room mirror and barely recognized the girl staring back. The silver wig was cold and synthetic against my
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