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I feel him when I’m with her, and for those moments, that is the only time I’m not death.

I’m not sure that type of addiction is good for me.

But like any good addict, I want to keep going back for more.

Those are the things I need to be careful of when it comes to Gwen St. James.

Whatever I do, I must never give her that type of control over me.

ChapterSeventeen

Gwen

It’s just gone ten o’clock, which means I’ve been in this position, naked and chained to the bastard’s bed, for the last eight hours.

Thank God, I’d had the good sense to eat the food Jeanne brought me and peed when I went to clean up in the bathroom before that encounter with Malik.

I also didn’t drink any of the water or juice she fixed up. Although I planned to.

No one has come by to check on me.

At first, I thought that was a good thing, but then I realized how bad it was because I’m a prisoner here.

And look at me.

I remember watching several movies with Dru where some woman wanted to be tied up and live out a wild sexual fantasy. Dru was into all of that and even went to a BDSM club a few times with an old boyfriend.

I get it; it’s kinky and exciting. But neither of the two apply to you when you’re chained up for real and there is no safe word or compassion while you’re left at the mercy of a sadistic bastard who wants to force you to marry him so you can take over your father’s cartel.

God… it hurts just to think it, and everything else hurts, too.

There’s nothing I can do, and I really miss home. On a night like this, I’d be curled up by the fire with Sebastian at my feet while I draw the inspirations that come to me for my designs.

I miss that, and I miss Dru so damn much it hurts.

I worry I won’t see her again, and I can’t even think about how scared I am about Grams.

Everything about this entire scenario is crazy, and I really don’t want to have anything to do with the Navarros. Throughout the day, it’s crossed my mind several times that I’m probably going to end up meeting a family I never hoped to meet. And Dad’s actual wife, Esperanza.

I don’t want to meet her and remember that I’m a child of an affair that never should have happened. I don’t want the reminder that my father cheated, or that he could never really choose to be my father because of her.

I just want to go home, if that is even a possibility. Nothing was mentioned of when I might do that.

I know nothing more than what I’ve been told, which has all been basics to do with Dad and the cartel. I don’t know anything else, but I’m assuming a man like Malik is not going to want to stay married forever. Or maybe that part doesn’t matter. All he needs me for is to be his wife in name only.

If that’s the case, what will happen to me?

What will happen to me, anyway?

Am I actually considering this?

Do I even have an ounce of a choice?

I don’t believe I do.

From the way things look, if I don’t comply, life will be harder for me or the people I care about.

But is this it? Is this how my life ends? Maybe this is the curse of my parents’ decision to be together. Everybody loses, and I have to be the scapegoat.

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