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A flash of pain explodes up from my cheek as it cracks against a hard cement floor. But I don’t whimper. I won’t give them the satisfaction.

“Careful, idiot!”

“Ah, whatever. I’ll just tell the boss she got that bruise in the battle.”

Lifting me off the ground, I’m thrown forward until my knees make contact with something else. This time, at least, it’s something soft, and I fall face first onto what feels like a dirty mattress.

“Tie her feet up and let’s get out of here.”

No matter how hard I squirm or scream, there’s no stopping those rough, greasy hands from pulling my legs together. Another set of unfriendly fingers wrap a restraint around my ankles, pulling nice and tight until the rope digs deep into my skin.

“Fuck off!” I shout through my hood. “Get these ropes off of me!”

“… Or what?” one of the goons huffs.

“Yeah, we aren’t scared of you, princess.”

The taunting tone instantly reminds me of why I hated being called princess so much before Leo took me. In my old life, it was always an insult, a reminder that I was a weak little girl.

But after spending time with Leo, the meaning has changed. When Leo calls me princess, he doesn’t mean it as an insult.

He thinks I’m royalty…

Fuck. Leo. Please be alright.

Tears are starting to well up in my eyes by the time the two goons leave the room, slamming the door shut behind them.

As hard as I try to fight the dark thoughts back, they still threaten to overwhelm me.

What if I never see him again? What if it’s my fault he died? What if all the hope that he’s given me is blown out like a candle… all by a single man.

Retsos.

That bastard can’t win. Even just the mere thought that he might sends a bolt of raging cutting through me.

It’s almost hot enough to burn away the dread.

Almost.

Retsos.

I’m not scared of him.

He’s behind this. And from the few short words I was able to share with Leo, it sounded like the lie that drew my prince to the docks was that the untouchable had gotten hold of me.

But how did Retsos know that I wasn’t with Leo?

The Italians…

Fuck.

Leo was just trying to save me. Just like I was trying to save him.

But even as a team, we weren’t able to save anyone, let alone ourselves.

Fucking hell.

Enough of the self-pity, Sophia. Concentrate on the rage! You killed men tonight! You took their lives when they tried to take your man. Now, all you have to do is live long enough for Leo to do the same for you. Because he will do the same for you. He’s coming. And he’ll bring hell with him.

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