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“Allow us to have a few moments, Don Lorenzo,” Dante said, the expression on his face one I couldn’t read.

“Of course. I’ll be outside.” My father left without so much as glancing in my direction, the hard slam of the office door making me cringe.

Dante studied me for a few seconds before glancing around the room. Then he took purposeful steps toward me, stopping only a few inches away. I refused to back down. “What do you think is going to happen here?”

“What do I think or what do I know?”

His smirk was one of knowing. I held my breath. When he gripped my jaw with force, I gasped as pain rushed through my face and down my neck. “You will obey me, you little bitch. I don’t care that you’re Daddy’s precious princess. You’re nothing but a whore in my eyes. You’re lucky that I’m willing to marry you. I assure you that if you refuse to obey, I’ll make certain you’re kept in line. You’ll feel the bruises even if I’m very careful they don’t show. Do you understand?”

Tears tried to form but I refused to allow them, hating the man more than anything. “I can’t wait,” I managed.

He squeezed, laughing as he shoved his thumb inside my mouth. I kept a glare in my eyes as I bit down on his fat digit.

Hissing, he yanked his hand away, immediately backhanding me.

I was tossed halfway across the room, tumbling over the couch, barely avoiding hitting my head on the coffee table. Stars floated in front of my eyes, the entire moment catching me off guard, so much so I almost burst into laughter because of my high level of anxiety. I had to get away. I just had to find some way of escaping.

“Fucking bitch!” Dante bellowed. “You will learn one way or another. And once you have my child, my heir, I will toss you aside as the used garbage you are.” He took long strides toward the desk. “Get up.”

When I didn’t move fast enough, he shook his fist at me.

“Get the fuck up and sign this contract, or so help me God I’ll bruise every inch of your body, only leaving your face visible for the fucking wedding. Do you hear me?”

A cold shiver trickled down my spine, but I managed to get to my feet, trying everything in my power to keep from shaking. As I walked toward the desk, I continued to glare at him. Dante was pure evil. There was no doubt about that.

The door opened and my father returned, shaking his head in the same method of disgust as he’d done before.

I scratched my name, tossing the pen on the desk then backing away. “My. My. I can’t wait to meet my new family.”

The two men looked at each other and I watched as Dante added his signature. After returning his pen to his jacket, he pulled out an envelope, handing it to my father. “As negotiated. I hope she’s worth every penny because she’s already a problem.”

“I assure you she is, but I’ll have a talk with her. She won’t give you any more trouble, Dante. That I promise you.”

The reality of what I was facing hit me hard, but I refused to succumb to the sadness and terror.

I would exact revenge one day on both men.

Somehow. Some way.

CHAPTER 14

Christiana

Memories.

Fantasies.

Desires.

They were all mixed together in a raging swirl of need, allowing me to shift away from the anger and brutality of what I was facing if only for a few minutes. I sat in my room, staring out the window on a gorgeous late afternoon, uncertain about what my future held.

Other than knowing if I didn’t find a way to break free of the chains, I would die. It might not be now, but eventually that would happen.

As I pulled my feet under me, I eased my hand to my ankle, hissing as my fingertips tapped the hard piece of steel and plastic surrounding my leg. How could any father do this to their daughter?

Then again, I’d learned what my father was made of years before, now uncertain why it had seemed my mother loved him in the first place. There had to be some good inside the man that I wasn’t aware of.

My thoughts drifted to what my father had shown me, the picture something that could easily be doctored. But my gut told me it was real. What happened? Why hadn’t I been told? And why did my mother not share with me that she was talking with the Feds? Was that nothing but a lie as well?

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