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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: THE REBELLION.

Author: Blu
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-05 18:01:33

AXEL’S POV:

Her muscles tensed under my touch, and I smirked at the reaction. “Who knew you’d be tatted up, darling? With that innocent face, I’d have pegged you as squeaky clean. But this—” I pressed my fingers harder against the inked skin, watching her flinch, “—this tells me there’s more to you than meets the eye.”

Her silence was deafening, her shallow breaths the only response.

“What does it mean?” I asked, my tone deceptively calm. “A lover’s name? A mark of shame? Or is it something darker—something you earned in prison?” I leaned closer, letting the threat simmer between us. “You’ll tell me, one way or another.”

She said nothing, only moving her back away from my touch like it burned her, trying to twist it in a different direction from my eyes. Her silence only heightened my curiosity. I stretched my hand and pressed harder, letting my fingers dig into the symbols. “Answer me,” I demanded.

Still, she remained mute. My frustration boiled over, and I lashed out, the cha
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