ANTONIO
Every primal, violent instinct in my blood screamed at me to turn the brass handle, march down the stairs, and lock the estate gates. I could easily keep her here. I could post armed guards at every exit and trap her in my bed until she forgot the outside world even existed.
But a caged bird only learns to hate the hand that feeds it.
I unbuttoned my suit jacket. If I forced her to stay, I would just become another Bruno.
Another warden in a long line of men trying to break her. No. I needed her to exhaust her options. I needed her to run to America, hit a solid brick wall, and realize exactly what I offered her. I needed her to walk back into my cage completely on her own, begging me to lock the door.
I stripped off my jacket and tossed it onto the armchair. I ripped the sil
