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Turning away from me, he glances around the room. His gaze stops on my dressing table, the surface covered with my makeup products.
Not saying anything, he starts to walk to the door, but then my phone vibrates and lights up with notifications from my social media accounts.
He pauses, and my heart jumps to my throat when he picks up the device where it’s lying at the foot of my bed.
He unlocks the screen, then mutters, “No password?”
“No.”
I gather my courage and step closer so I can see what he’s doing with my phone.
Damiano checks my contact list and call history before entering my TikTok account.
I’m too anxious to get upset that he’s invading my privacy.
As my latest video plays on the screen, he says, “You haven’t called your family.”
“No.”
He looks at the video for a few seconds before handing the device to me.
When I take it from him, I clutch it to my chest.
He seems to hesitate, and when I give him a questioning look, he stalks away from me. The door shuts softly behind him, and I slump down on the edge of my bed.
With my lips parted, I stare at the closed door, wondering what just happened.
Damiano is known for showing no mercy. The horror stories I’ve heard braced me for death, but he didn’t even hurt me.
I let out a breath of relief, then the past ten minutes replays in my mind.
I’ve never felt attracted to a man before, and I blame the romance books for my temporary lapse in sanity.
Dio, why couldn’t I lie when he asked me what I was thinking?
My hand lifts to my neck, and I brush my fingers over the spot where his thumb lingered.
Getting up, I walk to the mirror, and when I see the red bruises, I shake my head.
Just because he didn’t hurt you again doesn’t mean he won’t punish you in the future.
Chapter 11
Damiano
Feeling rattled, I walk to my mother’s private suite, and knocking, I wait for her to answer before I enter.
When I shut the door behind me, I ask, “How are you feeling, Mamma?”
“I’m fine.” She pats the space beside her where she’s sitting on a sofa near the windows. “It’s nothing to worry about, so don’t take your anger out on Gabriella.”
When I barged into Gabriella’s room, it was with the full intention of killing the woman. However, before I could reach for my gun, I saw the same expression on her face I’ve seen countless times on Mamma’s.
It’s a blank look that masks years of trauma, and it’s one of the few things in this world that makes me feel like absolute shit.
I witnessed firsthand how Gabriella was mistreated by her family and Stefano. I can only imagine what kind of abuse she’s suffered throughout her life.
I shake my head as I take a seat, and resting my elbows on my thighs, I rub my palms over my face.
