CHAPTER NINETEEN This morning, when I finally got dressed, there were only the clothes he'd selected laid out for me. Including underwear. Black lace. Expensive. I'd had no choice but to wear them.And apparently, he's been thinking about that.He stops in front of me again, reaching for the champagne glass.But instead of taking another drink, he sets it carefully on the table."It's time to take my revenge, Elena."The way he says my name, not 'little one,' not any nickname, sends a chill down my spine."You can't do this here, Dante." I glance toward the curtain. "Your men are just a few feet away.""I don't care."His hand moves to the side of the seat I'm sitting in. There's a barely visible button there that I hadn't noticed.He presses it.Something clicks. Whirs.Before I can process what's happening, metal restraints shoot out from the armrests, wrapping around both my wrists and clamping down. More restraints emerge from the base of the seat, wrapping around my ankles.I'm
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