The room stayed quiet for a long time after Kane left. I lay there on the big bed with my arms and legs tied wide open. The leather cuffs felt soft but they held me tight. I could not close my legs. I could not cover myself. The air in the room felt cool on my bare skin and every little shift made the collar move around my neck.
I kept thinking about the brothers. About the gunshots I heard before the cloth went over my face. About the way Matteo shouted my name right before everything went black. My heart hurt so much I wanted to cry but I held it in. I had to be strong. For them. For the baby growing inside me.
The door opened again after what felt like hours. Kane walked in slow and calm. He had changed into a clean black shirt but the serpent tattoos still showed on his arms. He carr
