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I can already feel the effects of the drug beginning to make their way through my system. The tingles are always the first sign of their infiltration into my bloodstream.
“When I sign the contract, leave me the fuck alone.” I know I’ll regret it later, yet I’m so overfilled with rage that I want to make him hurt as much as my heart feels like it’s being ripped to shreds.I’m losing my autonomy all over again.“Go bodyguard someone else. Go do your duty and protect my dearest sister, who’s the apple of everyone’s eye.”
“I won’t, Verena.”
“STOP CALLING ME THAT!” I scream in pure anger. I can’t force myself to look at him. I’m so damn disgusted, thinking he may be on my side and want me to get out of this abusive cycle of manipulation and torment.I’m a fool. Always a fucking fool.“Why should I fucking care?”
My mind is beginning to slow down, and I don’t want to be stuck in this room until it’s time to depart.
“No one cares about little old me. This cycle won’t break. It’ll always be there, ready to remind me of my predicament until I pay my dues.” It’s laughable now. I’m once again reminded that the only one I can rely on is myself. “Let me be a good fake Prescott and appease my Ruthless Kings like a good submissive bitch. They can do whatever they want. Rape me. Fuck me all they want. Abuse and toss me aside when need be. That’s always been my purpose, anyway.”
I reach for the doorknob, gripping it with so much rage, I’m sure my palm would be white if I dared peer at it.
“Don’t interfere from now on. I’d rather be slain by whoever thinks I’m some sort of threat to these Kings than play this stupid game of thinking you care about me enough to want to set me free.” I ignore the single tear drop that runs down my left cheek.
“You deserve to be free, Verena.”
I don’t bother correcting him.
There’s no point in caring. He’s on paid time. He wouldn’t be here otherwise.
“Then next time someone decides to stab, shoot, or forget to feed my low blood sugar ass, don’t try to save me,” I grunt under my breath. “Freedom for a homeless mouse like me is death.”
Opening the door, I realize someone is standing there, but their presence suddenly has no meaning to me. All theseoverwhelming emotions are just numbing away—piece by piece until I’m but a void of a body.
A robot with a beating heart at best.
That’s why I ignore them entirely and head down the hall.
It’ll only be a few short minutes before we’re placed in an expensive ride and taken to the eighty-five acres of paradise cradling the Leighton legacy.
12
TO HELL IF YOU TOUCH WHAT’S MINE
~ZANDER~
“Pull over.”
Something is wrong with Dolcezza, and I’m tired of pretending it isn’t nagging me to the core.
We barely know her, but the woman silently sitting in the back seat between Ares and me isn’t the same woman who caught my knife, saved our lives, or is surely plotting our murder in her mind any chance she gets. This mute between us has to be some ploy in our plans.
“Unless you’re about to have a bipolar episode, no,” Domino grunts, but from the look he gives me in the review mirror, he’s faking shit to look superior with Warren in the car.
His golden brown eyes briefly look at Sweet Dynamite, and it may be the first time they’ve ever softened a smidge with worry. Whatever runs through his mind is enough for him to signal out of traffic and pull onto the side of the road.
“What?” he demands from me, but I’m exchanging a look with Ares, who’s quieter than usual. He hasn’t spoken since wemet at the entrance, where a stunning Gemini stood so flawlessly in wait.
Until you notice her dazed expression.
She still looks that way. Like a fucking puppet staring out into space, waiting for the puppeteer to arrive and pull on the right strings.
“Gemini?” I try to hide my concern with a stern voice instead. She doesn’t need to know that we care about her, but she doesn’t bother to respond.
“Verena?” Ares tries, but still, no response.
“Iva. Would you stop being a fucking statue and answer your Kings?” Domino was exasperated, impatient with this foolishness. He’s not the type to like worrying about shit he has no control over, but something tells me he knows something is wrong. And that he may be involved in it somehow.
