CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Who is she?”Vittorio Moretti’s voice broke through the low hum of the music. The Capo dei Capi stood shoulder-to-shoulder with me at the edge of the grand ballroom, but I barely heard him.I took a slow, deliberate sip of my drink, my eyes entirely locked on her across the crowded room. She was wearing a midnight-blue silk gown that clung to every single curve of her body like a second skin, open at the back and cut dangerously low. The woman had refused to listen to a single word I said about dressing modestly. In fact, I was starting to think she wore that killing dress on purpose just to piss me off.It was working. My chest burned with a dark, suffocating rage. I felt like tearing the throat out of every single man in this room just for letting their eyes graze her skin.Scarlet stood in the center of the crowd like she already belonged here, completely unbothered. You would never guess she had been forced into this marriage. You would never guess she had only found out an hou

CHAPTER TWELVE

Scarlet POVThe moment we got into the car, Lucien pulled me onto his lap and claimed my lips in a kiss. There was nothing soft about it—it was savage, raw, and full of lust. He bit my bottom lip, and when I gasped, he used the opportunity to invade my mouth. God, I kissed him back just as fiercely. He tasted like sin and the champagne he’d been drinking all night, and I was getting drunk on him.I shouldn’t be kissing him. I should be putting as much distance between us as possible. I should remember what he did and everything I heard tonight and stay the hell away from this man. But I couldn’t pull away even if my life depended on it. I sucked on his tongue, drawing a deep groan from him. He hauled me closer, devouring me with a hunger I had never felt from any man before, and I matched him with the same desperate intensity. I ground against his hard cock, moaning as my clit finally got the friction it craved. I kept rolling my hips, chasing a high that felt so close yet so frustrati

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I took a deep breath, steadied my stance, and pointed the gun at the target board. The bullet tore through the air and penetrated the board, but it didn’t hit the bull’s eye, just grazed the edge. I groaned in frustration, lowering the weapon.My grip tightened on the gun as I stared at the cluster of holes. None of them were dead center. The latest one had come so close.It had been three weeks since that night in the warehouse. For days afterward, I searched inside myself for guilt over what happened to Mr. Sterling. I waited for the remorse to hit me, for the horror to settle in. But it never came. No matter how hard I tried to deny it, there was a darkness inside me that Lucien was awakening and it terrified me as much as it excited me.Lucien has fully pulled me into his world. Being part of it meant training. Brutal, relentless training in both fighting and shooting. I’d gotten frighteningly good at hand-to-hand combat, and my aim was improving fast. Lucien had also made sure m

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“I have always wanted a sister, and I’m so glad I finally have you!” Chiara shouted, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug.I hugged her back without hesitation. In the past few days, I had genuinely grown to love my sister-in-law. She was a bright spark in this suffocating place, and we’d spent nearly every free moment together—laughing, talking.Now we were sprawled across her massive bed, the remnants of our puzzle game scattered around us. I had beaten her three times in a row, and her fluffy white dog was snoring softly at the foot of the bed, completely unbothered by our chaos.“I’m glad I have you too” I said, staring up at her ceiling. “I can’t even imagine how suffocating this place would be without you.”“I know, right?” Chiara turned her head toward me, her expression softening. “I know my brother can be a total dickhead sometimes, but he’s a good person deep down. He would never hurt the people he loves.”Except I’m not one of those people he loves, I thought, but I k

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Lucien POVI leaned back in my leather chair, fingers steepled under my chin, as the video played on the large monitor. Another file forwarded by my informant.Women and children crammed into a filthy, dimly lit room like livestock awaiting slaughter. Some cried silently, tears streaming down dirty faces. Others stared at the camera with hollow, defeated eyes. A little girl—no older than eight—was sobbing loudly. The timestamp showed it was from yesterday. They are sitting in the dark right now, completely oblivious to the horrific fate waiting for them.Cold, lethal rage coiled tight in my chest. I wanted nothing more than to drive straight to Moretti’s compound and put a bullet right between his eyes. I wanted to watch the life drain from that pathetic piece of shit while he begged me for the mercy he had never once shown his victims. I wouldn't make it quick, either. I would make it agonizingly slow. Soon. But not yet. I would definitely make the bastard pay for every single tear

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN