Semua Bab Marked By Him: Bab 91 - Bab 100

AYRA’S POVThe nightmare wouldn't stop replaying.I kept seeing Matteo’s face and the way his body crumpled like a puppet with blood spreading across the marble in a crimson pool that seemed to grow and grow until it swallowed everything.And Giovannieyes, they were dead and cold, staring at me like I was something to be scraped off his shoe.“His blood is on your hands.” He snapped. I woke with a gasp, my body jerking upright. For one blessed moment, I thought it had all been a horrible, twisted dream.Then I saw the locked door and the photographs of Marco and me scattered across the floor where I collapsed last night.All of it was real.My entire body ached. I fell asleep on the floor and now every muscle screamed in protest as I tried to move. My throat was raw from screaming and my eyes felt swollen and gritty from crying.How long had I been in here? I had no idea.The sound of a key turning in the lock made me scramble backward, my heart hammering. The door opened, and Clair

ARYA’S POVAt seven PM, the lock clicked open and one of the guards stepped in."Come with me," he said gruffly.I looked up from where I was sitting on the floor, the unopened pregnancy tests hidden under my mattress. "Where are we going?" I asked, my voice thin with anxiety.He didn’t even look at me. "Just come.""But where-“"I said come." He snapped, making me flinch. I stood on shaking legs, my twisted ankle still tender from my escape attempt. "Okay, I’ll follow you.His response was a huff and I swallowed. Fear coiled in my stomach as I followed him out of the room and down the hallway. Were they moving me somewhere worse? Had they decided to get rid of me entirely? "Excuse me," I tried again as we descended the stairs. "If you would just tell me what's happening.”"Shut up," the other guard snapped from behind me. "You'll find out when we get there."I went quiet, my hands trembling as they led me through the house. When we reached the living room, I froze.Enzo was there

AYRA’S POVEnzo stormed into my room before dawn, his face was scrunched in anger. "Because of you," he hissed, "three more of our men are in the hospital. Two might not make it and our security has been compromised again."Of course. Once more, I was being blamed for something I had no hand in. But I knew my explanations wouldn’t do anything. I was only going to make my case worse by saying anything. And I had no idea if they knew that Marco was among the men who broke in last night and that he had come to me.So I lowered my head instead, all the energy already drained from my soul."I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "I didn't know-“"You're moving." He cut me off. "I don’t trust what you’ve done or kept here.”Two guards appeared behind him, grabbing each of my arms and I was marched down the hallway to a different guest room. It was smaller with windows that were already barred from the outside, this time they were reinforced with thick metal grates.I didn't complain

ARYA’S POVThe heavy iron door groaned open, and the harsh, flickering torchlight flooded across the damp stone floor of my cell but I didn’t look up. My body was heavy with exhaustion and I wasn’t even sure how much time had passed. A part of me didn't care anymore. But the smell of expensive cologne hit my nose first and I looked up to see Giovanni stumbling in. He looked like a mess, his way was scattered like he had run his fingers through it too many times and his eyes were glassy and bloodshot.I realized then that he was drunk. “You,” he slurred, pointing a trembling finger as the door slammed shut behind him. “This is all your fault, you know that? Ruining everything with your stupid family. If you weren't such a burden, none of this would've happened.”He was close now and I shrank back against the rough wall. “Giovanni, you’re drunk-“The back of his hand connected with my cheek with a sharp crack and my head snapped to the side. A whimper escaped me before I could choke

ARYA’S POVI had no idea how much time passed and I wasn’t sure I cared anymore. I knew Claire and Maria came, their gentle hands trying to coax me to eat but I couldn't respond. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that moment where Giovanni's hands were on me and the way he looked at me like I was nothing. I stopped feeling anything except the weight of my own body pressing against the cold stone."She hasn't moved in two days," Claire's voice echoed through the fog in my head. "Not even to use the bathroom. Ma’am Maria, this isn't normal. We need to call a doctor."Maria sighed audibly. "And tell them what?" Her voice was strained with worry. "That the boss assaulted his prisoner and now she's catatonic? Mr. De Santis would never allow it."Claire grumbled back an incoherent response. "Arya, sweetheart." Maria's hand touched my shoulder. "Can you hear me? Please, just give us a sign that you're okay."I wasn't okay but I couldn’t say that. "We brought you food," Claire sa