Chapter 79
Nina’s POV
The red light in the X room felt heavier now. Like it was pressing down on my skin. My knees throbbed where the blood had dried into sticky lines. The leather bench under me was cold and slick from my sweat. Chains rattled softly when I shifted. The straps around my wrists and ankles dug in every time I moved. I tried to breathe slow. In. Out. But my chest kept hitching.
The woman in black stood over me. Thin whip still in her hand. She tapped it against her thigh. Slow. Patient. Like she had all night.
I closed my eyes. Tried to picture the guys. Dante’s serious face. Enzo’s smirk. Nikolai’s calm voice. They were listening. They had to be. The necklace felt warm against my throat. The tiny camera in my earring was probably still recording. Sending every second ba
