All Chapters of Blind Desires: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

TATEI COULDN’T SLEEP. Not just because my head had been pounding for days like someone was drilling inside my skull, but because of… them.I didn’t want to get up. Didn’t want to see him. But when my bladder felt like it was about to rip itself open, I cursed under my breath, felt around the bed, and shoved my glasses on with a dry groan.I cracked the door but he wasn’t there. Didn’t know why. I should’ve been glad, right? But something inside me clenched tight, like a fist squeezing my guts raw.I shook my head, stared at my grim reflection in the mirror, and just as I reached for the brush, the door on the other side cracked open. My eyes caught Enzo’s bare chest, then his cold and vacant gaze not even looking at me before I slide my gaze to the open door and into the empty bed.Relief hit me like a punch to the gut. I fucking felt relieved because at least there was no one else in the room. I snapped my head back to the mirror, scowled hard enough to taste the bitterness.He mov

TATEI WOKE WITH my throat dry and a bladder ready to burst. First thing I did was shove my glasses on, squinting through the dim strip of light bleeding from under the bathroom door. I barely had time to think before my body dragged me upright.I pushed the door open and froze.Enzo. Shirtless. Blood smeared down his side and across the cold tile. He glared at me, jaw tight, a pair of tweezers gripped in his hand and my stomach lurched hard enough to make bile climb my throat.“Don’t just fucking stand there. Get out.” His voice was a low snarl and I took a step back out of instinct then stopped when he winced, pushing the metal back into his own flesh.“Jesus,” I breathed. My skin prickled, the sound of it turning my insides. I should’ve left. He wasn’t my business. He could snap me in half with one wrong move, but… my feet didn’t listen.“You need a hospital,” I said, already moving in. I knelt before him, my hand brushing hot skin slick with sweat and blood. He stiffened.His hair

TATEI WOKE UP sore. Every inch of me ached like I’d been shoved through a meat grinder and spit back out, and my body wasn’t helping. Bare skin stuck to the sheets, hips stiff, chest tight. I groaned, dragging a hand across my face and cussing under my breath. Fuck me. Literally.For a second, I didn’t move, just lay there, staring at the ceiling like maybe it’d give me answers. It didn’t. All I got was the reminder of where the hell I was—and whose bed I was in. Enzo’s. Yeah. That part hit like a brick to the teeth. My kidnapper. My nightmare. The last guy I’d probably let touch me, and yet here I was, body throbbing from exactly that.“Brilliant, Tate,” I muttered, shoving off the covers. My legs protested when I stood, every muscle bitching at me, but I forced myself upright. The air here smelled like him in here—cologne, smoke, and it clung to my skin. I hated how much I noticed it.Clothes. I needed clothes. My boxers were nowhere in sight, and there was no way in hell I was wa

TATEI COULDN’T SIT. Couldn’t stay still.My fingers drummed on my knees, legs pacing under the threadbare edge of Enzo’s shirt I’d pulled on. Sweat prickled down my spine, clinging my hair to my neck. My chest hammered so hard I thought it would burst through my ribs.Every thought clawed at me, gnawed at the edge of reason: You shouldn’t leave. He’ll snap. He’ll catch you. Maybe this is a trap.Bullshit. Every fiber in me screamed the truth: why would I stay a prisoner, waiting for a man to decide whether to snap my neck tonight or tomorrow? How long could I gamble with that?The front door rattled.My breath hitched, lungs freezing.A soft click, almost tentative. My toes dug into the floor. No shoes, nothing between me and the cold, slick tiles. I crept toward the door, heart hammering like it wanted to leave my chest.Then the door opened.A man. Tall, sharp-eyed, shadowed in the dim light. He stared at me and gave a jerk of his head. “It’s time. Let’s go.”I barely nodded, voice

TATETHE FIRST THING I felt was pain. My ribs throbbed like they’d been punched from every angle, my shoulders and legs burned with a dull ache I didn’t even know could exist, and my throat scraped raw as if I’d swallowed broken glass. Every inch of me whispered, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move, but my body wasn’t listening.Then I turned my head and saw them—my glasses, placed neatly beside my head. Someone had set them there. Carefully. Deliberately. My stomach twisted into cold knots.I reached for them, fingers trembling, brushing the edge of the lens as if it were fragile glass. Sliding them onto my face and the world snapped into focus and my heart sankI was in Snzo’s room.Everything about it—the faint scent of his cologne, the stiffness of the sheets, the shadows in the corners that screamed him. My pulse spiked, chest hammering so hard I thought it might burst. I jumped upright, heart hammering in my throat.Pain shot through my body with every movement. Ribs, shoulders,