Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I rise to my feet, and unable to stop myself, my eyes drink in the sight of him.
I miss him when he’s not around but hate whenever he’s home. My emotions are extremely conflicted when it comes to the man. And crippling guilt always follows them.
I start to frown when my eyes lock on the red stains covering his rumpled dress shirt and suit jacket.
Blood.
Shock and worry surge through me, my heart instantly beating faster.
As Viktor crouches to give an excited Luna attention, I hurry toward him, asking, “Did you get hurt?”
He straightens up and shakes his head as he glances down at his shirt. “It’s not my blood.”
My eyes widen and zoom in on the stains, my mouth growing dry.
Viktor watches my reaction, then tilts his head. “It’s nice that you were worried about me, though.”
Guilt rears up like a hurricane because I shouldn’t give a damn about what happens to him.
“Come, Luna,” I say with numb lips and spinning around, I hurry back into the house.
Conflicting emotions swirl in my chest.
As I shut the bedroom door behind us, Luna jumps onto the bed and lies down, her big eyes watching me with furrowed brows.
I’m relieved that Viktor didn’t get hurt, but I’m also disgusted because he probably killed again.
More lines to tattoo onto his back. It’s a good thing they’re tiny, or he’d run out of space.
Hey, at least he didn’t kidnap another girl.
Lifting a hand, I brush my hair away from my face and shake my head.
This is insane. How can I care about my captor?
It’s probably Stockholm syndrome.
I sit down on the bed and rub Luna’s head, finding comfort in touching her.
I don’t know how I will survive like this for another thirty-three months. The clashing emotions are giving me whiplash.
Every time I start to forget who Viktor is, and my heart begins to open to him, something like this happens to remind me he’s the head of the bratva.
He restrained and forced me to watch my beloved uncle die in the most horrible way.
He threatened to rape me and strangled me.
He has no conscience.
But, he has also gone out of his way to make my captivity as pleasant as possible.
Jesus, Rosalie! Listen to yourself. ‘Captivity’ and ‘pleasant’ never go hand in hand.
There’s a knock at my door, and it opens before I can deny entry.
Viktor’s dressed in a clean shirt and sweatpants, which means he’ll be home for the rest of the day.
“Let’s have lunch,” he says.
No, he orders. He never asks.
“I’d rather starve,” I mutter, turning my attention to Luna, who’s already in dreamland.
“Or I could force feed you,” he threatens.
I let out a sigh and climb to my feet. “Or you could kill me.” Shooting him a glare, I push past him and walk down the hallway.
I sit down on a stool at the island and watch as Viktor grills chicken breasts that he uses to make sandwiches.
My gaze takes in every attractive inch of his body, his strong jaw, full lips, and dark eyes.
“You’re staring,” he murmurs.
“Just wondering how you can kill people so easily.”
He lets out a chuckle. “It’s the way of our life.”
“Not mine,” I mutter.
His eyes flick to me. “Yours as well, Little Rose. You were born into the Sicilian mafia.”
I shake my head. “I was never a part of that world.”
He narrows his gaze on me, and fear skitters down my spine. It doesn’t happen much anymore, but it’s jarring as hell when it does.
“What do you think your family did for a living?”
I don’t know.
When I keep quiet, he says, “It’s a good thing you don’t know, Little Rose. I don’t think you’ll be able to handle the truth.”
What does that mean?
As if Viktor can read my mind, he shakes his head. “It’s better if your memory of your family isn’t tainted. You need something good to hold onto.”
There he goes again, making it look like he cares about me.
“You exhaust me, Viktor.”
He freezes, his eyes burning into mine. “That’s the first time you’ve said my name.” A pleased look curves the corner of his mouth into a hot as hell grin, then he orders, “Say it again.”
Shaking my head, I scoot off the chair.
Before I can dart in the direction of the stairs, Viktor moves in front of me, giving me a look of warning. “Stop running.”
I’ll never stop.
I raise my chin to look up at him, wanting to seem stronger than I feel.
Viktor lifts his right hand to my cheek, and his touch makes tingles explode beneath my skin. It feels like every cell in my body is going off like fireworks.
“Don’t,” I whisper.
When I take a step back, I bump into the island. Viktor moves closer until our chests touch, and his manly scent engulfs me.
Oh, God.
His voice is so low and deep, it sends goosebumps over my skin. “Don’t what?”