Chapter 4
“Are you going to fuck me?” I asked, staring straight into the man’s intimidating, almost–black eyes. He froze for a moment, his gaze narrowing dangerously.
He stood there, tall and imposing, dressed in a sleek Armani three–piece suit that screamed power. The way his broad shoulders filled out the jacket only added to his magnetic presence. He looked both devastatingly hot and thoroughly pissed.
“If you don’t shut that pretty mouth of yours, Amore, I’ll fuck your life.” His voice was cold, biting, and laced with fury.
Why wouldn’t he be angry? According to his men, I’d just destroyed Dante Romano’s precious room.
But in my defense, it wasn’t my fault. First, I didn’t know it was his room. And second, who the hell locks someone up in a cold, dark room with no windows? That’s a nightmare.
An hour ago—
The metallic hand cuff digging into my wrist was the first thing I felt as I stirred awake. My head throbbed, the events from before blurring together in my mind. Blinking against the dim light, I found myself in a room that screamed power and wealth, black and gray furniture, sleek walls, and a faint scent of leather and something undeniably masculine. It wasn’t just the pain in my wrist that jolted me, it was the realization that I was alone in a pitch–black closed room.
I was 10 years old when the person i loved the most and thought of him as my hero locked me up in a room and left me for 6 days straight. Since then i have develope this fear of being in a closed dark room.
Panic clawed at my chest, but I forced myself to breathe. Focus. I’d picked cuffs before, this wasn’t new to me. With a quick twist of my fingers, the metal restraints clinked open. I didn’t waste a second. Jumping out of the bed, I sprinted to the door, yanking the handle. Locked. Of course.
“Let me out!” I banged on the door with everything I had. “Is anyone out there?”
A muffled voice responded. “Miss, we can’t open the door. Master Dante’s orders.”
“Please!” I pleaded, my voice cracking. “I swear I won’t run. Just…open the door!”
“I’m sorry. We can’t.”
My chest tightened. The walls felt like they were closing in. “No, no, no. You don’t get it!” I screamed, pounding harder. “I can’t stay in here! Open the damn door!”
Silence.
I stumbled back, staring at the oppressive walls, trying to think. Stay calm, I told myself. But the panic was winning.
“One last chance,” I said through gritted teeth, glaring at the door. “Will you open it or not?”
No answer.
Fine. They wanted a mess? I’d give them one. My eyes landed on a dark gray vase–beautiful, expensive–looking. I grabbed it and smashed it against the floor, the sound shattering the quiet. Then I tore down every painting, every fragile item within reach. The room looked like a warzone by the time I was done, shards and debris scattered everywhere.
And that’s when I heard it.
The lock clicked.
As soon as the door creaked open, I swung the broken vase at the man stepping inside. He cursed, stumbling back as I bolted past him.
I didn’t know where I was, but the place screamed luxury a sprawling penthouse with marble floors and glass walls. My feet pounded against the ground as I spotted the stairs, but before I could reach them, two men came charging up toward me.
With no time to think, I leapt over the railing, landing hard on the floor below. Pain shot through my legs, but I didn’t stop.
Too late.
Four men in black closed in around me like a pack of wolves. I swung, punched, kicked, but they were too strong, grabbing my arms harsly to leave marks and twisting them behind my back. The cuffs bit into my wrists as they captured me, dragging me back to the room I’d just trashed.
They chained me to the wall this time, the cold metal digging into my skin. My breathing was ragged, my hair a mess, and that’s when he walked in
Dante Roman.
He entered like he owned the world, his dark eyes sweeping over me, then the chaos I’d created. His lips twitched in amusement as his eyes looked at me up and down with raised eye brow.
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The wont ha gase swept at the destroyed room his expression darkened, shifting to pure rage
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I reset any eyes at his wish, then glared at him, my chest heaving with anger. “I hate dark, closed rooms! I snapped, my voice sharper than I
1 expression darkened in an instant. Before I could react, he slammed me against the wall, his hand gripping my neck, cutting off my air
Watch your come with me, darling, he growled, his voice ice cold and laced with slanger. “Do not push my limita Klara” He knew my name.
My boat races, pounding against my ribs as fear clawed its way up my throat. His deadly gaze locked onto mine, and for a moment, I thought he might actually kill me. My breath hitches, a single tear sliding down my cheek, toward his hand that griped my neck and lus expression changed
the grip loosened immediately, and I gasped, taking in precious air. My legs buckled, but before I could hit the ground, his arm shot out, catching
we by the waist.
De stoedd me as one of his hand unlockest the cuts with a quick flick, while other hand griped my waist and Without a word, he lifted me inter his arms, cradling me like I weighed nothing
I pressed against his chest, still trembling, my breath brushing against his neck. That’s when I saw it, a bandage peeking out from under his collar Memories of my knite slicing into his neck flashed in my mind.
1 hesitated, then raised a finger to lightly touch the bandage. “Does it still hurt?” The question slipped out, my voice barely audible.
His steps stopped while his booty stiffening for a heartbeat, but he didn’t answer. He carried me into another room.
The beige walls glowed softly in the sunlight streaming through a large window, and the air smelled faintly of lavender.
“Mrs Mille” His voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding
A woman in her forties rushed in. “Yes, Master Dante?”
“Check her wounds.” He gently placed me on the bed, his touch surprisingly careful
He turned to leave, but I couldn’t let him go. “Dante Romano,” I called out, my voice steadier now,
“Why am i here?
“What does a billionaire and heir to the Roman Empire want with a poor woman like me?”
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