Chapter 22

Marissa

Okay! It’s settled. I am crazy! I have that thing, whatever it is called, when you fall for your kidnapper. I open my laptop to search for the syndrome. Stockholm syndrome… I huff at my stupidity. How can I fall for a man that threatens my parents' lives? Who says I can choose between marrying him or ending up at a brothel?

Sure, he is hot. The hottest man I have ever seen. That dark hair and those dark eyes. So different from me with my light complexion. And those strong arms around me, and big strong hands.

But then he is overbearing, dominant, ruthless, dangerous and so presumptuous. How can I be attracted to a man that surely has killed countless people? Who deals drugs, weapons and surely partakes in trafficking. Who uses the weak to gain more power and wealth. Who used my parent’s addiction to gain me.

I groan and throw myself back on the mattress. Remembering the kiss just half an hour ago has my body burning. He tasted like expensive liquor, bitter coffee and sweet