Rocco's bruised, bloody fingers dug firmly into my chin.He tilted my face up, forcing me to meet his dark, aggressive gaze. The suffocating scent of sandalwood and wet copper on his leather jacket filled the small space between us."Decide right now which brother you are going to serve," Rocco growled softly.I kept my spine perfectly rigid against the bathroom doorframe. "Neither of you."Rocco’s dark eyebrows pulled together in sudden surprise. His grip on my jaw tightened, his fingers pressing hard against my bone."You don't have a third option, little bird," he warned, his voice dangerously low. "My brother will use you as a shield, and when this war is over, he will discard you.""And you want to use me to take his crown," I countered sharply."I am the one keeping you alive," Rocco growled."You are the one keeping me trapped," I corrected him, refusing to look away from his fierce eyes. "If I choose Roman, I am a submissive hostage. If I choose you, I am a traitor marked for
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