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Anger and betrayal slowly start to edge out the fear, and I glare up at Angelo. I’m still shaking, still so aware of how easily he could wrap his fingers around my throat and choke the life out of me, but I won’t just sit here and let it happen.
A hysterical giggle escapes me. “I’m the deceitful one? You said you’d keep me safe, but all you’ve done is humiliate me, parade me around naked, threaten to send me back to Pavone! I’ve done everything you asked, and you still treat me like your fucking plaything. You really think I want to play nice for somebody who murders a man in front of me?”
Never mind that it was more than justsomebody.
“Ah, I see the problem,” Victor says, and my heart stops for a moment. “You think you have rights here.”
“I do,” I hiss, trying to fight against Angelo’s grasp—but all it does is make me feel like I’m yanking the hair out of my own head. “Idohave rights. I agreed to fuck the three of you. I didn’t agree to the rest of it.”
“No, you don’t.” Victor reaches down to stroke my neck, that gentle gesture somehow more menacing than Angelo’s harsh grip on me. “You belong to us, Lucia, and you do exactly what we want, when we want it. No questions asked, no protests.”
“I fucking don’t! You don’townme! No one does!”
Not even my father, or Pavone… and especially not these three monsters.
I try to appeal to Saint, giving him a pleading look, but he shakes his head sadly. “Lucia, you can’t go back on the terms like that.”
Oh my god, we didn’t sign a fucking contract!
“Thetermsdon’t matter,” Angelo tells me, glaring down at me. “Uncle Al, huh? Something you need to tell us?”
“No,” I grit out.
“This is pointless,” Victor suddenly says, standing up. “If you aren’t willing to play nice, then you need a little… alone time. To think about your behavior.”
His tone of voice and his little pleased grin absolutely terrify me. But I’m not going to back down now. I’m sick of being toyed with. “I’d rather be locked in the room alone than see you ever again,” I snarl at him.
“In the room?” Victor looks around and shakes his head. “No, this room is for guests. I think we have something a bit more appropriate for you. You keep getting too many ideas, with all these luxuries.”
I yelp when Angelo pulls me up by the hair, but no matter how I pound at his arm, I can’t dislodge him.
“We’re going to make sure you can’t get into trouble again, slut,” Angelo says.
“Protect you from yourself,” Saint interjects. “It’s for your own good.”
I can’t help responding, “Fuck you.”
“No, not this time.” Victor backs away. “Only good girls get to have our cocks.”
I glare at him, seething. Like it was really a gift. Like they were really prized specimens instead of fucked-up assholes. But I don’t say anything this time. I’ll just let them take me back down to the basement room, and I can have a few days away from them. They’ll calm down, and we’ll… renegotiate when they aren’t feeling so hot-headed.
Except they don’t carry me to the basement. We walk past the staircase, past the guards, and to the other wing of the mansion. The unfamiliar scenery makes me nervous.
“Where are we going?” I demand.
“My bedroom,” Victor answers.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to fuck me,” I say, trying to figure out where the trap is in all of this.
Saint pushes open a set of double doors, because of course Victor has double doors to his bedroom. It opens up to a supremely blandly decorated room, nothing but beige and black, as if Victor is incapable of showing any ounce of emotion even in his tacky furniture.
I have to cling to these small insults, because otherwise I’d be hysterical with fear.
“I’m not going to fuck you. Nobody is going to fuck you,” Victor says. He points towards his bed, neatly made with beige sheets. “Put her there for now.”
Angelo grabs me and shoves me toward the bed without any hesitation. I expect to see something in his expression, some smirk or something that tells me he’s just going to fuck with me a little. But all I see is blind rage, and that isn’t something I want focused on me.
“Tie her up,” Victor orders. “Legs together, hands in front.”
