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With all of this chaos, all of this wasted time, she is probably there already.

Fuck knows what he is doing to her or what he has planned for her.

“Break the speed limits. Not of them matter.” I say as my driver pressed his foot heavy against the accelerator.

Snow beats against the windscreen, slowing us down. I swear under my breath.

I’ve done dark things in my life.

I know I’m a monster.

But nothing I have done in the past is going to compare to what I will do to Malone if he has laid his hands on my wife.

Chapter Twenty-Three

DALILA

The back of his hand stings against my face as he slaps me again.

Blood trickles in a slow, lazy drip from my split lip.

I lick it, tasting the metallic flavor of iron.

My eyes flutter as they try to stay open.

My body is shivering. I am freezing cold, in shock, in pain - I don’t know which one is causing me to shiver - perhaps all of them. My vision swims in and out of focus.

Suddenly the air is beaten from my lungs as a heavy boot kicks into my ribs.

“Answer me, you little bitch.” The man leaning over me spits at me. It hits the ground in front of me and I watch it spread, mixing with my blood that has pooled through.

“I don’t know.” I breathe, my ribs aching.

“Fuck.” He screams and slaps me again. His knuckle connects with my eye and pain burns through to the bone.

My head drops backwards. I can barely hold it up anymore.

I close my eyes as my consciousness drifts away from me.

Someone grabs my jaw.

The man.

It must be Lenny Malone. His expensive suit and shiny shoes are too nice for security. His air of arrogance and unrestrained cruelty - it can only be him.

“This fucking bitch will talk. She just needs a little more motivation. Strip her down. Let her relax here in the basement for an hour or two without the heating on.”

“She won’t last that long.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“It’s freezing down here.”

“If she dies - it’ll just be a lesson for her father. Don’t fuck with me. Don’t make me promises you don’t intend to keep.”

Malone turns his back on me, and I squint, trying to focus on the other men around me.

Hands tug at my already torn clothing. Pulling them off my body. I wince and try to kick them away, but they are rough, heartless, and cruel. Within moments, I am in nothing but my lace panties. My naked skin pressed against the concrete floor. I glance down at my body as I try to wrap my arms around myself. I can already see the bruises beginning to color. Bright and dark blue marks etched into my skin.

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