t night, but inside Elena's ro
at stretched across the walls. The unfamiliar scent of the expensive sheets, the dim glo
for a day, and already
had smirked at her like she was some new toy, and worst of all, the suffocating silence from
t for
against her arms as sh
, his expression unreadable. And then, when she had been forced to sit there as Lorenzo act
ly st
just as much as the
e so afraid to
no
itched. A soft c
wasn't locked in? Lor
door, watching as the handl
an down h
inst the bedpost, her pulse ham
th
tepped
catching against his sharp features, hig
ainst the wooden post, f
didn't
leaning against it as if he h
t when he grabbed her earlier. His expression didn't change, but somethi
d quickly pulled her sleev
low, controlled. "
ipping her arms.
le
took a st
se spiked.
tilted his head slightly, studying her li
His voice was quie
throat t
s words were soft but laced with warning. "Not the
nto her arms. "I
ere was no humor in it. "Then
up, glaring. "What
adable flickered across his face.
and before she could move, h
a fr
was suffocating. His fingers were rough, calloused
t holding
her skin as he whispe
ran down
, his dark eyes locked onto
voice was quiet, but it
move until
e mor
t breakfast w
rge dining table, her hands
o innocent and oblivious to everything happening around her or the kind of den her parents had sold her off to. He was
dn't touch his food, didn't speak unless
there was
calculated grace. Every once in a while, her sharp
n-a col
rk," Valeria mused, stirring her cup slowly. "Y
around the silverware
My wife will learn.
wed, noddi
against the table. A small
s irr
s mother? L
nt
ose control of
was di
ffice, he didn't hesitate. He slammed
way fro
leaned back in his chair, s
nched. "I won't
ns to her? You think she belongs to you?" He walked around the d
him against the bookshelf. "Touch her ag
mply smirked. "You're gettin
interrup
oy
eased him
le
he doorway, wa
say another w
rage was
her because he needed to know what was going on, why his
ight he caught her running away and the
t was because he knew how much of a dangerous man his father was an
innocent to be i
d him she was not meant to be involved with any of them, both
served
tho
oing to make
n from the rest of the world, most importantly why her dumb and av
thing and he would make sure he sn
was restless. She c
ante appea
wasn't just
her a bu
if you n
itated bu
there. The air was thick, ch
th
A
shattered
breath
o his gun. His voic
't m