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Giannapaced,unabletoremain still. The knowledge that she had come here to save her brother and had now condemned him was too much to bear.
Will I ever see him again?
For so long, all they’d had was each other. Gianna had spent her whole life looking out for him and now she’d killed him.
She was prepared to do whatever it took to change the situation and save him. When the D’Narvius returned, she was cold and determined, even through her fear.
The tall, thin one with a commanding presence stood in the doorway with his huge bodyguards. Gianna didn’t waste a second.
“My lord,” she said, trying to sound respectful. “I would like to offer a deal for your consideration.”
The D’Narvius gave her a curious look.
“My name is Oxxaro, but I do quite like being called ‘my lord.’ Please, my dear, tell me your proposal.”
“In exchange for my brother’s life, I offer myself,” Gianna said. Her knees were shaking, but her voice was steady. “I will be your personal slave if you just let Gabe go.”
Oxxaro’s eyes gleamed. She could tell the idea appealed to him. He gave a quick, impatient gesture, and turned to walk away. After a glance at his bodyguards, she followed.
They went down a few bare, brightly lit hallways. When they came to a wide door, Oxxaro opened it and stepped inside, waving her forward.
Gianna looked around the room, feeling sick with horror. It was worse than she’d imagined.
It was a bedchamber. Oxxaro’s bedchamber, no doubt.
“Why don’t you just relax here,” Oxxaro said. “Since we are going to be very good friends for quite some time, you should get comfortable.”
Gianna did not like the glint in his eyes or the cold turn of his lips. Alien features or not, it seemed a leer was still a leer on any face.
For a brief moment, Gianna panicked so badly, she almost passed out. It was entirely possible her brother was already dead, and he’d intended to use her for his own amusement anyway.
If that is true, at least I have some control. It’s better than having him throw himself on me in the torture chair.
While she stood there shivering, Oxxaro headed back toward the door. She followed him with her eyes, wearily waiting to see what he would do.
“I must go and cancel the hit on your brother,” he said, smiling that cold, snake-like grin. “As I said, you make yourself at home. I look forward to seeing you on my return.”
He left the room. It only took a quick peek under the door to confirm he had left a bodyguard there. Gianna turned around and looked around the room, hoping to find a weapon.
She didn’t see anything she could use to hit him or stun him. It was quite a big room with a massive bed and a few chests of clothes but nothing that could become a weapon.
Gianna stood next to the bed, shivering as she looked at the expensive, beautifully embroidered sheets. It seemed like a comfortable place to have her soul destroyed.
She knew Oxxaro was high up in the D’Narvius crime organization. She had no doubt that if he called off the hit, her brother would be safe.
Butwillhe call it off?
That was the question. She might be offering herself up for no reason. She shook her head a little as the full reality of the situation began to sink in.
I said personal slave… Why can’t that mean scrubbing toilets or doing dishes? Why does it always have to besex?
A noise at the door made her jump. Gianna whirled around, fixing her eyes on Oxxaro as he came through. He was holding a silvery, thin piece of fabric in his hands.
“Here you are, my dear,” he said, holding it out to her. She realized he probably didn’t even know her name. It didn’t look like he cared, though.
“What is it?” she muttered.
He handed it to her. “A dress, dear girl. Put it on for me.”
