But Roman was the one who fed me that day. Before then, Domenico was all words and harsh grips, enforcing his dominance and superiority, but nothing more. And then there was the way he looked at me the last time I saw him.
“He rapes women, and when I saw the way you were acting, I knew what he’d done. He’s not above using any and all means to get what he wants.”
It was hard to process, to understand. Roman, the man who’d brought me blankets and sneaked me extra food. Who was always so kind and fragile but was really two-faced.
I felt violated in a totally new way, one that hit to the core. I trusted him. If Domenico hadn’t claimed me, what would Roman have done? “Did you want to…do that to me?”
He squatted down in front of me, his fingers knotted in my hair, and pulled back, making me
