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ng near the window, my heart jumping straight into my throat. I looked down and my hands were free. The idiot untied me, perfect. I jumped off the bed and bolted straight for the door barefoot. "Run again and see what happens." That voice stopped me cold. It's sounded deep, calm and.... amused. I turned slowly to see dark eyes, a black shirt, broad shoulders, that same irritating calm look. It was the man from the club, the psychopath who bought me, the reason I was here. Rage exploded through me so fast it nearly blinded me. "You." His mouth tilted slightly. "Good morning, Zara." "Go to hell." "I'll consider it." I grabbed the lamp beside the bed and launched it straight at his head, but his reflexes were annoyingly fast and it smashed against the wall instead. The second he looked toward it I ran straight for the door, yanked it open and almost made it out before two giant men grabbed me instantly. "What the hell?!" I screamed, kicking wildly. One of them lifted me completely off the floor like I weighed nothing. "Oh my God put me DOWN!" Neither of them reacted. They carried me downstairs while I fought like a feral cat, and that's when I finally saw it, a massive staircase, a huge mansion, dark expensive furniture everywhere. This wasn't a house. This was a billionaire villain headquarters. I was dropped onto my feet but both men stayed holding my arms. Then Zion appeared at the top of the stairs, walking down slowly and actually smirking like this was entertaining him. "You think this is funny?" I snapped. "A little." "I hate you." "You'll survive." "I hope your expensive house burns down." His smirk widened. "You're very dramatic before breakfast." "You kidnapped me!" "I retrieved you." "That is literally worse!" He stopped directly in front of me. He stood tall, calm and not bothered at all by my rage, which somehow made me angrier. "You belong to me now, Zara." I laughed right in his face. "The only thing I belong to is my own trauma." One of the guards coughed suddenly like he almost laughed. Zion's eyes flicked toward him once and the guard immediately looked terrified. "I decide where you go," Zion continued calmly, "what you do and who sees you." "I'd rather die." "You're not dyin