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His twisted face and the one who’d called me pretty were the last things I saw before the trunk slammed shut.
The darkness was suffocating, and I strained against the belt around my wrists, wiggling my fingers in an effort to get free.
How did they know I meant anything to the brothers? I could’ve been a maid on a walk for all they knew. Why’d they take me?
Who were they, anyway?
Fuck!
I was shaking madly now, and I sucked in a few deep breaths, sweat beading on my brow as the panic and sheer terror overtook me.
Breathe. One breath in, one breath out. We’re going to get out of this.
My self-talk was useless right now though as I squeezed my eyes shut, sobs ripping through my body as I curled in on myself.
Was this how it all ended for me?
Where were the brothers? Kieran, Zane, Enzo? I’d do anything to have them here right now, rescuing me from this mess.
Breathe.
You survived Callum, you survived the jump, and you somehow survived not freezing to death. I’d survived more than I could imagine, and I’d survive this.
I had to remain positive.
I’d walked through Hell and come out the other side, bruised, but alive. I could do this, I just had to find my opening.
But I’d also pray that perhaps the brothers would find me before I had to save myself. Because as confident as I wanted to be, I knew it was fake.
I was in one hell of a situation.
7
LORENZO
Those deep green eyes held me prisoner in their gaze, that smile promising me a lifetime of joy as I stared down at her, our bodies tangled under the sheets.
“It’ll always be you, Vee,” I breathed, stroking her face as I balanced my weight over her with my other hand planted on the bed by her shoulder.
“Forever?” she whispered, those eyes glowing like I’d promised her the world.
“Forever and always.”
I jerked awake, a presence and brisk footsteps jarring me from the vivid dream.
Of course I was dreaming of my perfect littletopolina, of vowing myself to her.
“Lorenzo.”
I turned my head, straightening myself on the couch as Hank rounded it to stand before me.
“What’s going on?” I asked as I reached for the remote and switched the TV off. I’d stayed down here after giving Vee herrequested space, my mind reeling over the pain and misery etched across her face.
We’d set her free, but we’d still hurt her, and I knew there was no going back.
This was how it was for us, and that man didn’t deserve to live, he had to pay for all his crimes. Most of all for the ones he’d committed against her.
Could she handle this? Accept the harshness of our world and be with us? Or would this destroy it all and send her packing?
