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Demetrius squeezes my shoulders. "We will get her back. One way or another Vlad we will get her back. I promise you."

"But how?" I ask. "He has too many men. I will lose her if I don't kill him. But how can I do that? He has too many men. If I kill him I will bring the war down on us all. He won't allow it. She will never forgive me. I will never forgive myself."

"We will figure it out."

"We have to." I say. "I will do anything to get her back."

"Come on we need to go. We need to follow them. We can figure this out. Don't worry Vlad. I have your back."

I nod and walk over to the car. We drive for about an hour before we finally find them again. They are heading straight for her father's compound which is exactly where we thought they would head. My mind is going a hundred miles per hour. I'm scared for her. She has already told me how her father treats her and allows Salvatore to treat her. What will they do to her? Will I ever get to see her again?

Does she even feel the same for me? Will she even want to leave with me? I'm sure that she would if I asked her. She was ready to leave the other day when I offered. But I need to talk to her. I need to get her alone and just explain. I need her to trust me. I need to take care of her. I need to make sure she is safe.

We watch as they pull up to the gates and the guards let them in. We drive past and Demetrius takes us back into the city.

Chapter 22

Rose

I crawled into a corner by the dumpster to wait on Demetrius and Vladimir, and I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, two goons were yanking me up by my arms. I kicked and fought them. I was terrified that they had found me. I was so tired.

I need to sleep. I can’t even remember the last time I slept, but I am sure that they won’t let me. I hear a familiar voice as they drag me across the parking lot toward the SUV. I looked right at Vladimir and for an instant; I thought he might save me.

The goons shove me into the back seat, pushing me to the floor. They get in and slam the doors closed. I moved over and tired hid under the front seat. I’m not going to make this easy for them. I am going to fight them all the way.

I heard them spin as they pulled away from the store and started driving. When I try to get up off of the floor, the goons shove me back down onto the floor and keep me there. I moved as far from them as possible, trying to get under the seat and into the far back.

"She is under the fucking seat!" The driver yells.

"Get her out of there." I hear a familiar voice say.

Shit! Salvatore is here. A shutter of fear trickles down my spine. I can hear the anger in his voice.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll never forget who owns you. I will show you what it means to be my wife." He hissed as I felt his hands grab me by the waist and drag me out from under the seat. He sits down and pulls me into his lap. "You are going to learn your place, you little whore."

"I didn't run." I yell "Leo took me! He tried to rape me!"

"Well, you are still going to learn about your fucking place. You are not to leave my sight, ever. You belong to me and me alone, unless I say otherwise. You are mine."

My heart starts to beat so fast and hard I feel sick. I am not his. I belong to Vlad. Even if it’s impossible, I am his.

"Don't touch me. Don't fucking touch me." I cry out.

I try to kick my feet, but he pulls my legs apart and puts one of his knees between them, effectively holding me still.

"You're going to give me heirs, bitch. I don’t care how you feel about it. I like fighters, so keep fighting."

He shifts his hips up into me. I can feel how hard he is. It makes me feel sick. We are still in the fucking SUV with the other goons here. I'm panicking. There is nowhere for me to go. Nothing I can do. I look around the SUV at the men and they look away. The only one that makes eye contact is the driver, and he quickly looks away. Salvatore pulls me over to the third-row seats.

"No. No, please don't. Please, no. Stop." I beg as he pins me down on the seat.

He puts my legs over his shoulders and grabs my hips with his hands. He lifts me up and pushes his hard cock inside of me with anger and force.

"You fucking whore. I own you."

I try to close my legs, but I can’t. I kick at him with my legs and buck my hips, trying to get away from him. He just laughs as he grabs my thighs and pins them back against my torso. I use that distraction to claw my nails across his face, leaving streaks of red. I can feel his skin under my nails.

"You stupid fucking cunt. I will teach you your fucking place." He growls as he grabs my throat, squeezing until I am gasping for breath. He shoves into me with violence and fucks me as hard and fast as he can while I scream in pain and horror. I wish he would just kill me so that I would be free. But I know he wants me to suffer.

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