Page 90 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

“You like games,micia? I do.” He unlatched the door and threw it open, revealing a shadowy space beyond. “Since we have time to pass until your Alphas arrive, let’s play one.” His smile was all teeth and malice. “I had fun creating a little maze for you. Even tested it out with that whore, Jennica, to make sure it was all ready for our little playdate.”

Ice ran through my veins, because deep down, I knew she hadn’t survived whatever cruel, twisted game this was.

“Run, little Omega.” The glint in his eyes was brutal and mocking. “And since I’m feeling generous, if you can make it out before I catch you?” He gave a mock bow. “You’re free.”

I peered past him, my stomach dropping. The doorway opened into what looked like an industrial jungle—narrow corridors formed by metal walls and stacked crates, twistingaway into darkness. Strange echoes bounced through the space, disorienting and eerie.

When I didn’t move, Rocco sent Enzo a pointed look.

“Go on,” Rocco prodded, and Enzo shoved me toward the opening, doing his bidding. “Run. Hide. Let’s see how long you last.”

It was bullshit. I knew it was bullshit. There was no escape, no “freedom” at the end of this sick game. He just wanted to hunt me, to toy with me, to break me down completely before my mates arrived.

But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me beg. I wasn’t going to cower while he gloated.

“Run, you little bitch,” he yelled, obviously reaching a breaking point with my disobedience.

Enzo shoved me again. This time I moved forward, meeting Rocco’s gaze on my way past, letting him see the hatred burning in my eyes. He sneered, and I’d seen enough.

I turned away and faced the maze, calculating my chances, trying to figure out a strategy.

Behind me, I heard Enzo’s voice, quiet and strained. “I didn’t have a choice.”

I paused, just for a second, to glance back at him. His face was a mask of guilt and what looked almost like grief. But I had no sympathy left for him.

“You always had a choice,” I spat, and then I was running, plunging deeper into the labyrinth as the door slammed shut behind me, locking me in.

The corridors were tight and disorienting, the metal walls reflecting what little light filtered through. My footsteps echoed, making it impossible to tell if I was being followed or if the sounds were just bouncing back at me. The air was thick, damp, and pungent with chemicals that burned my nose and lungs and made my eyes water.

Or maybe that was just the tears I refused to let fall.

Gio’s training sessions flashed through my mind as I ran. His voice, calm and firm: “Head down, elbows in. You’re faster than you think. Don’t stop moving.”

I tried to keep my breathing even, to pace myself. To think strategically. I needed to find a way out, or at least a place to hide until my mates could find me. The bond threads pulsed in my chest, stronger now, which meant they were getting closer.

Unfortunately, that only fueled my desperation and fear. As much as I wanted them to burst in like knights in shining armor and rescue me again, I was terrified that this might be the time Rocco made good on his promise.

If I could find a way out. If I could just warn them before they entered the building… maybeIcould savethem.

I took a sharp left, then another right, trying to create distance between myself and Rocco. The maze seemed endless, one identical corridor bleeding into the next. My lungs burned, and my legs were starting to feel like lead.

I hit a corner too fast, my shoes slipping on the smooth concrete. My shoulder slammed into the metal wall with bruising force, and I bit back a cry of pain. Blood filled my mouth from where I’d bitten my tongue. I spat it out, wiping my face with the back of my hand.

Get up. Keep moving. Don’t stop.

Thoughts of my mates flickered through my mind as I pushed forward. Dimitri, with his quiet strength and unwavering protection. Giovanni, fierce and tender in equal measure. Marco, wild and loyal and sweet to his core. Tommy, whose smile could light up even my darkest days.

I could do this.

I could survive this.

I could break out.

Save myself.

Save them.

The corridor narrowed, forcing me to turn sideways to squeeze through. My heart hammered against my ribs, adrenaline making my hands shake. I was lost, completely turned around in this industrial nightmare.

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