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CHAPTER ELEVEN--- (BUSINESS AS USUAL)Elena haunted him.The way she'd narrow her eyes at him, the piercing gaze she'd give him. The slight curve of her hips whenever she walked, her soft supple skin. Her rich brown hair. The way she'd walk away from him like she didn't owe him anything—like he was ordinary.He leaned against the edge of his bed, still dressed in black slacks and a fitted dress shirt, sleeves rolled up his elbows. His mind wandered again, not on the arrival coming in the next morning or the auction holding in a couple hours.It was on her.The way she smiled at Jayden—or Chris, whatever the heck his name was. The way her shoulders relaxed around someone else. The way she smiled easily at them, their conversation easy—unlike his.Bitterness, mixed with lust stirred inside of him. Matteo has always known Elena had always had a certain type of fire about her but why was it easy for her to give a piece of herself to the others. Jealousy. Lust. Possession swirled and bub

Chapter Thirteen- Firsts and Lasts “Why me?” Elena asked, confused. She shook her head. “I don't think I'm ready, honestly.”Viktor arched a brow. “All that show for nothing? I thought you were the best in here?” He mocked. Elen’s jaw tightened. She hated Viktor, deeply, but she wasn't ready to go out there on a mission. Training had been her biggest distraction.She took a step back. “You're not killing anyone, at least you won't have to. All you have to do is deliver a package to a certain someone and you can return back to base,” Matteo explained.“And what if I decide to run away?”A small smirk tugged at his lips. “That won't be happening. I can assure you.”Something about his response sent a wave of discomfort down Elena's spine. Standing next to her were a couple other ladies, fresh out of training, partly ready to be sent out. “Pickup leaves in ten minutes. Get ready,” Matteo said, his eyes still on Elena. “No mistakes, just do as you're told.”For the first time in a wh

Chapter Fifteen- Scowls and Scorns.Elena stared at the young girl pitifully. She looked tired and frail.“Where are your parents?” She asked. The girls eyes dimmed at the question. Zoey didn't have to respond. Elena understood. “What did he do to you?” Elena said, her voice barely above a whisper as she stared at the girls battered body. Whip marks fanned out across her back and a small side of her neck. The bruises had eventually grown and the skin ripped open, exposing raw flesh. The sight was horrific. “Who did this to you?”Rosa shook her head. “Why don't we leave her alone. She's had a rough one.”Zoey stared at both ladies. She wanted to talk, wanted to see if they could help her escape but she wasn't sure she could trust them. Surely, anyone working for that horrid man but be a friend of his. “I'll be back to check on you, okay?” Elena promised the child, squeezed Rosa's hand and left. Her mind reeled. Was Matteo responsible for that? Her blood boiled. How dare he do th

Chapter Seventeen— The bait/Return to Ruin.The warehouse was empty. Too empty. Like no one was supposed to be there. The wet asphalt road outside indicated that no one had driven by recently.Matteo sat in his car, next to Viktor, his coat still damp from the light drizzle outside. The sound of dripping water drummed against the windows. There were no men, no crates, no deals. “Try calling the burner phone again,” he instructed. Viktor dialed the number and waited. It kept ringing. No answer.He pushed out a breath of air slowly, gradually losing it. His eyes shifted to his wrist watch. Whoever he was supposed to meet with was twenty minutes late. Tardiness was something he couldn't condone but this time, something wasn't adding up.Mind reeling, eyes calculating, he pieced everything together. What were the odds that this was a set up?It was slowly starting to make sense. There was no deal and this was just a trick, a way to get him out of his house. Out of safety.“Something's

Chapter Nineteen— Chains and Chaos.The ropes bit into his wrists again but he barely felt it now. It was a dull throb compared to the chaos in his head.He'd been beaten, dragged and assaulted by the one person he once trusted, Viktor. But none of that had burned as much as the moment Elena came bursting through those doors—kicking and ready for a fight. Something he considered stupidly brave.Why the hell did she come back? For him? Matteo sat slouched in the cold metal chair, his face expressionless, eyes trained on the wall across from him. Not on the blood drying on the floor. Not on the door she’d just been dragged through, not on her weak frame passed out on the floor.The problem was Viktor had seen it.That flicker in his eyes when he first saw her.It was a mistake—showing even that much emotion.He couldn’t afford another one.The metal door groaned open. Viktor stepped in with two other men trailed behind, neither of whom Matteo recognized. One carried a black tablet, the