CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When we got back to the room, Elliott was quick to unleash his anger on Dane. “What are you doing?”
Dane unlocked my mask and I pulled it off. “I’m not kowtowing to Vincent,” he grumbled.
“You do realize that you embarrassed him. He’ll now make a sport of f*****g you over just to save face—”
“And I was just supposed to hand her over for the night?” he mocked, his voice raised. “I don’t give a f**k about Vincent. He may have been able to push the rules to get Gia on board, but I’ll be damned if I’ll give her to him.”
I wiped my eyes and pulled the braid out of my hair. “I don’t think he really wants me.”
“He doesn’t,” Dane said before walking over to the refrigerator and pouring two glasses of water. He handed one to me, and I drank it down. “It’s more to exert his po
