“Please, stop!”
I hoped this time he would listen even though I knew he wouldn’t.
He never listened.
He touched me, and I tried to move away from him, but my body screamed in pain. “Leave me alone!”
“Sera, it’s me, baby. Wake up, sweetheart.”
Sergio?
My eyes fluttered as I tried to push them open. “Sergio?”
It can’t be.
“That’s it.” His rough, calloused fingers brushed my hair away from my face. “Come on, baby. Open those beautiful eyes.”
My eyes opened, landing on Sergio Puglisi. Relief surged through me that it wasn’t Dorian because if he stayed aroundafter beating the shit out of me, that meant it was far from over. However, within seconds that relief shifted to fear.
I attempted to get up, but the searing pain that shot through my body paralyzed me. “No, no, no.”
Sergio’s hand landed on my shoulder. “Be still.”
“No, you can’t be here.” Crippling panic rose inside me. “If he comes back, he’ll kill you.”
Darkness blanketed his face causing a shiver to run down my spine. “Let’s get one thing straight, Seraphina. I don’t give a fuck about Dorian Drakos. Let him come for me.”
“Sergio, please.” Tears filled my eyes, not only because of the pain, but because I was scared for him. Dorian hated Sergio. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill him and his entire family just to prove a point. “You need to leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Stubborn ass.
His phone buzzed, and he pulled it out of his suit jacket. He looked at it, anger covered his face before he silenced it then pushed it back inside his suit jacket.
“Are you hungry?”
“Sergio, you need to get out of here.”
What the hell was this man not understanding? Dorian had eyes all over this neighborhood. He was probably already on his way back. This was going to be a bloodbath.
“He can’t touch me, Seraphina.”
I shook my head. Sergio was stubborn and a narcissist. Of course, the Puglisi’s had power, but not the kind Dorian and his family had especially in Greece. I’d witnessed for myself how people bowed down to them.
Dorian can’t find him here.
“Dorian can get to anyone, Sergio. Please, for me.”
Most of the time he’d listen if I just asked him to do it for me. It was one of the reasons when he showed up to my engagement party he finally walked away after not taking no for an answer for so long.
There was a knock on the door that drew our attention. “Come in!” Sergio shouted.
My brows pulled together in confusion. When the door opened, in stepped a beautiful, tall woman with the darkest hair I’d ever seen. She had a smooth olive complexion, a lithe body like she might do Pilates or yoga, and wore a white silk blouse, navy blue slacks, and white heels that looked at least four inches high.
“Good timing,” Sergio said. “She just woke up. She’s a little confused. She believes she’s still in her home.”
Wait. What?
