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I have to admit that I really want to spit in her face as John cruelly breaks another one of my fingers, and my spine slams into the back of the chair as Louise grabs my hair to yank me back.
“Your entire existence is to make us look good. The gloves are off, little girl, and you’re more trouble than you’re worth,” she sighs. “We should have stolen the other twin, John.”
“Hindsight doesn’t change things,” John says gruffly as my world breaks apart from her admission. “This is gonna hurt, little girl.”
His thumb presses hard against my carotid artery and my eyes widen. Fuck, fuck, no I don’t want to pass out!
Louise presses her lips against the shell of my ear as the world begins to darken, her grip on my hair not allowing me to move.
“Your family really should have vetted their maids better,” she whispers. “I can’t wait for Mr. Domino to break you. He’s not a bad lover, don’t get me wrong. John gave me to him once at a party. His dick is huge, and his knot is thick. It’s more so that he likes to break pretty things. Despite how much you’ve done to change your appearance, you’re still just what he likes. Pretty and stupid.”
As the world disappears, I curse her in my mind. She’s going to learn exactly what it means to choose the wrong sister. The world will burn with my anger, and there won’t be anyone to bring me back from my ire.
Chapter Three
HOLLIS
My eyes pop open as I pull in a large breath, and the first thing I notice is how cold it is in this room. I’m naked laying against soft sheets, and my hands are tied to the headboard over my head. My broken fingers are swelling and I can feel how difficult it is to move them.
If John thought this would make me pliant, then he’s got another thing coming. As long as my chest rises and falls with breath, I’ll fight.
My head turns to see where I am exactly, and I notice that the window is open in the room, explaining why it’s freezing. Snow is beginning to pile up on the thick windowsill, and I wonder if climbing down is going to be an option with broken fingers and no clothes. The walls are green, the carpet is a pristine white, and all I can think about is how dirty it’s going to get when the blood begins to flow.
I’m a lot of things to many people. I’m a professional, a business owner, a sister, best friend, bonded mate, and daughter. I also have a wicked fucking temper. I never draw myblades without the intent to kill or maim, and that’s because there’s a blood lust inside of me.
Caleb and Lars used to tell me that I’d either become a serial killer or a great assassin if I ever fully joined the mafia. It’s one of the many reasons I haven’t, but I’m not incapable of defending myself unless I’m wildly outmatched the way I was in the gardens when Emilia’s goons curb stomped me into the ground.
Breathe, pay attention, Hollis.
I can’t allow myself to drift or dissociate. It’s just so difficult not to panic when my body is laid out like a damn buffet. I can see that my skin is shiny from some kind of oil as I lift my head, and my legs are pulled apart and tied to the foot posts of the bed.
This fucking sucks.
I can hear someone speaking outside the door, making me feel like a spider caught in a web. I force myself to find focus points to try to center myself, while still appearing scared. It’s not that hard when I actually am the spider.
I don’t want to be raped and killed, and that’s exactly what I’ve been signed up for.
The rope is harsh against my soft skin, the air is cold, and I know that the rope will make a wonderful killing implement. That’s the best I’m going to be able to do for focus points as my chest rises and falls quickly.
The door begins to open slowly, and the rich, dark voice becomes louder without the wood to hinder the sound of it.
“Yes, Tonia,” he says. “I’m aware of my obligations, but I deserve this time to myself. You know to hold all of my calls, and tell everyone that I’m away for several days. Stall my sons, who I know don’t approve when I leave home. However, I’m picking up a very important parcel that belongs to me that’s been severely delayed. I’m not willing to wait any longer.”
Fuck.My arms pull sharply at the rope, something I didn’t think to do before, and I can feel how it pulls away slightly fromthe headboard. My brain seems to be working in slow motion, and I can’t speed it up. I do notice, however, that whoever tied this was sloppy. I’ll be sure to thank them never.
Glancing behind me despite the ache in my hands, I see that my hands are tied, and the rope was fed through that to attach my hands to the headboard. Even the knots appear different, which means that two different people tied me up. While the knots are solid around my wrists, the ones on the headboard aren’t.
The door opens fully, and I lay prone so that I don’t draw attention to what I was doing. My gaze is focused on the man I believe to be Mr. Roberto Domino, the man who is holding Minneapolis in a chokehold to keep war from happening within it.
It’s unfortunate that the peace will be lost because he doesn’t know that Nova is a beloved missing mafia daughter. He won’t live past the next half hour.
Roberto Domino has cruel blue eyes, perfectly placed black hair, and is wearing trousers with his shirt sleeves rolled up. You can tell he’s already begun to undress as he throws his jacket over a chair and closes the door. His phone joins the pile, and his head snaps to the open window.
“Merda,” he mutters, striding over to the window to close it. “If you freeze, it won’t be as much fun to fuck you, will it,bella?”
Ew. I need to kill him as quickly as possible so he never says that again. He slides off his shoes and begins to get undressed, his gaze raking over my body. Goosebumps begin to dimple my skin out of disgust, not arousal as he takes his fill.
“Nothing to say? Interesting. You’ve been very arrogant to ignore your father’s wishes recently,” he murmurs, his belt slowly sliding out of its loops as he snaps it.
