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Forcing myself to stand on my own two feet, I squeezed my fists at my side. “What happened last night? Why can’t I remember leaving your room— what did you do to me?” I couldn’t stop my voice from cracking on the last word.

“You’re insulting me.” His demeanor shifted from entertaining my antics, to being genuinely offended.

“What did you do to me, Antonio,” I repeated—sterner—and it was like darkness consumed his eyes.

“Nothing. And if you just stopped disobeying me, trying to kill me, and finding yourself looking through my things, I won’t have to resort to extreme measures.”

I laughed—sarcastically. “Over my dead body.”

“That could be arranged.” He gave his shoulder a slight shrug. “But even in death you won’t escape me.”

“Antonio—”

“You’ve barely slept since I picked you up—”

“Kidnapped.” I immediately cut him off. “And yeah, being forced to sleep in the same house as a psychotic killer will do that to you.”

“Didn’t stop you before.”

“You didn’t hate me then.”

He sucked in a quick breath pretending to think for a second. “I prefer despise. Loathe.”

“And I prefer you let me go.”

“We both know I can’t do that.”

“Why?” I playfully pouted, slowly approaching him. “Can’t get over me, De Luca?” I stopped in front of him, and the muscle behind his cheek ticked. Once. Twice.

Before I was able to speak, a familiar voice grabbed my attention. “Mr. De Luca?” Kiryl asked and I swiveled around.

“Kiryl…” I breathed in disbelief, but he didn’t even meet my eyes.

“The pilot said we’ll be landing in an hour.” Landing…?

My heart sank when I looked around, only then realizing we were on a plane. Where the fuck were we going?

Antonio merely nodded and Kiryl excused himself. I didn’t miss the limp, or rather the subtle wince as he walked away and disappeared into the next cabin.

“I thought you killed him.” My eyebrows knitted together.

“He was lucky. I didn’t hit any vital organs,” he said, eyes dropping to the laptop on the table in front of him. “This time,” he added and I couldn’t resist.

With an uncontrollable rage bubbling inside of me, not only for Kiryl but him putting me on a plane to God knows where, I lunged for him.

Before I could strangle him, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me to his lap.

“Let go!” I protested, trying to pull away from him but with the drugs in my system and lack of food, I was no match for him.

I could feel the sting of his grip on my wrists as he shifted us, forcing me onto my back. He pinned me down on the couch and my eyes widened.

“Stop fighting.” He bit out and my fingers curled into fists.

“Then let me go, you sick fucking bastard.” I writhed but his hold only tightened, his body lowering to mine.

“You’ve gotten weak.” He grinned, staring down at me and my eyes narrowed.

“You drugged me, you psychotic caveman, what the hell did you expect?” I exhaled sharply and his eyes trailed down my body before he slipped his knee between my thighs.