Chapter Seven
Nina’s POV
“I’m bored,” I announced, leaning against the kitchen counter while Dante and Nikolai discussed something in rapid Italian at the table.
Enzo looked up from his coffee, one eyebrow raised. “Bored?”
“Yes. Bored.” I crossed my arms. “What am I supposed to do all day? Stare at the walls? Count the cameras?”
Dante’s eyes flicked to me, unreadable. “You want entertainment?”
“I want something to do that doesn’t involve being watched like a prisoner.”
“You are a prisoner,” Nikolai said flatly, not even looking up from his phone.
My jaw clenched. “Then at least give me books. A TV. Something.”
Enzo set his mug down and stood, stretching. His shirt rode up slightly, revealing a strip of tanned abs. “Come on, kitten. I’ll show you the gym.”
I blinked. “The gym?”
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