ween his thighs. His wrists are restrained to the headboard of

the floor-to-ceiling windows, but

ks efficiently, cleaning the hand bruises blooming along his inner thig

ical. "The bruising is extensive. Deep ti

is face away,

ouse. The memory of Enzo's brutal rhythm, the way he'd stretc

responded last night. Again. Reduced to

is swollen ankle. "Your leg needs elevation and

Julian's face. "I can also loosen th

gerly. "Yes, y

uffs slightly. "Okay I'll be right

the doctor leaves the room, he yanks hard.

accidentally kicks at the bedside table,

in, ignoring the pain in his wrists as

the doctor can return. If he could just get downstairs, maybe

levator, jabbing at the call b

tor is broken, when a black pa

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ingerprint scanners

rse he

shing footsteps echoes down the hallway. A few of Enzo's men,

e hallway, but a hand shoots out

th a loud thud, pain explodin

He hisses, clu

ly before he yanks him back up by the shoulder. "

ry out of his hol

rder. "Feisty one. Boss really likes picki

as soon as the

r's old gambling den. One of his father's drunken customers had corner

s father burst in. Instead of helping, his father had blamed h

in your value if you let yourself get touched like

p in terror. His breathing turns shallow and ragged. For a split second, he's

n change and laughs. "Lost

y before the last words can fully for

y around Julian's shoulder, then to the terrified, pale e

"Good morning, boss. Ca

e guard by the back of the neck and slams him face-first i

Enzo growls, a sound low enough t

trash, while the other men slowly back away from the Omega, hands raised nervously

still clutching to the bedsh

and throws him over his broad shoulder. Julian struggles weakly, b

s open, visibly relaxed to see Julian. His mouth opens to

tly withdrawn. The apo

happ

e'll deal with the incompetence

em, then nods quickly and exits, after d

o the bed and re-secures both

hly, before he sits on the edge of the bed,

him. His face is pale, chest rising and falling heavily. Ev

be there's more to the stubbor

eact like that? When the guard gr

utting down, though his voice sti

ou lock me up, you treat me like a prop

chest rise and fall with every deep inhale. At the way

ing a hand thr

e a prisoner when you stop

mething--say something--but then he stops himself. His

. What the fu

short of the door and pulls out

t now," Enzo says coldly into the phone.

for a reply and leaves the room,

ing the call, staring at the ceiling

be scared over what Enzo