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“No!” I rip my hand back, freeing it for a split second, but there’s no time for relief. He shoves my hand back into place, his strength at least doubling my own.
He moves so that I’m forced to look at his face. “I want you to know I’m going to enjoy this.”
His boot comes down on my wrist, filling the van with a sickening crunch as the thin bones crack. My vision goes white with the pain, my scream caught in my throat as he does it again.
Tears pour down my cheeks, and I beg him to stop.
My limbs convulse as I try to drag my injured hand against my chest, but Anthony doesn’t let go. Instead, he slides the bracelet I’ve loved over my damaged hand.
I scream at the excruciating pain as the metal finally clears my fingers.
He releases his hold, concentrating on the bracelet.
I use my good arm to move as far away from him as the tight space will allow, holding my broken wrist instinctively to my chest.
He turns it in his fingers. “This is a precise piece of technology. Expertly hidden from the unknowing eye. I’ll admit, I probably wouldn’t have figured it out if it wasn’t for the fact…” He grins at me. “That the Ricci family is the one that created it.”
The van slows, and my body rocks when it comes to a stop, pain lancing down my arm with the unexpected motion.
He hands the bracelet to the woman. “Make sure it keeps moving. We want him chasing after it instead of looking for us.”
She smiles at him, and it’s clear she’s in love. That she’ll do anything this sicko tells her. All hope is crushed when the sliding door shuts behind her.
The line that ties me to Damon, effectively cut. My teeth rattle against each other.
Anthony grips my chin, holding another cloth to my face.
“He can look all he wants, but he won’t find you. No one will.”
Chapter 52
Damon
Bash pulls a bright yellow pillow from underneath him where he crashed on the couch and kicked his feet up onto the table next to Xander. “Cute pillow.”
The two of them take up the entire thing, their arms forced to hang over the sides. This is the first time my brothers have been over, and they’re going to have to get used to it.
Matthias leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as a muscle ticks in his jaw.
“What’s the update?” I hand him a glass of whiskey, settling next to him.
“You mean since you fell off the face of the Earth, chasing after your girl?” Xander says, a mischievous smirk taking over his face.
I take a long drink, the whiskey burning the back of my throat. “You could always leave.”
“Geez, I was only teasing.”
The sharp click of Matthias’s ring against his glass brings our attention back to him. “Three Unsainted wives have shown up dead. This time, they were mutilated first.”
“What the fuck? I thought they backed off.” Bash gets up from the couch.
“Sit the fuck down,” I say, voice steady against his frantic posture. “Explain.”
Matthias hands me his phone. Sure enough, there are three dead bodies, all cut open from sternum to pelvis. All women.
“All three of them missed their check-in a week ago. They didn’t show up again until last night.” His back teeth grind together, and he takes another long drink before continuing. “They were left on the steps of the Vaults.”
“Jesus Christ,” Xander says, whistling under his breath.
