I smiled at him. “I doubt you can get it up, old man.”
My cheek stung, and my head swiveled to the side.Ouch.That hurt. He was fuming now. “You will learn respect. Maybe I should just sell you. I could make a profit off you and the brunette whore.”
Even though the pain in my cheek was radiating up to my brain, telling my eyes to produce tears, I wouldn’t give this man the satisfaction. Shaking my head, acting as if I needed to get my senses back, I laughed at him. His control was slipping, and the image he had built for himself was tarnished.
Gwen. He was referring to Gwen. My stomach twisted. What was his play? Why was he keeping me here?
After kicking that guy in the balls on the plane, I tried to make a run for it. I got down the stairs and saw Xander being held back by two men. They knocked him out, and I tried to run to him. The men came after me and they said if I didn’t cooperate, they would kill Xander. I liked Xander, and I didn’t want anyone else to die because of me. The staff on the plane most likely had families, loved ones they would never see again because of me—no, because ofhim.
The devil who lost his touch.
Romano couldn’t even get me to fear him, and he didn’t like that. He raised his hand to strike me again, which only made me laugh harder. “I have already been through hell, Mr. Romano. Do your fucking worst,” I spat.
My eyes held his for a few moments as silence stretched across the room. He smiled and lowered his hand. “I am going to kill everyone you love, girl.”
I shrugged. This was stupid. Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Don’t do it.
Fuck it.
“You don’t have the manpower for that anymore,” I sneered.
He arched a brow and got eye level with me. “You couldn’t imagine the kind of power I possess.”
“Have you always been this full of yourself, or did that start after you starting beating and raping women?”
He chuckled. “That boy picked a strong one, that’s for sure.”
Collin wasn't a boy, but that was how his father saw him, just a bastard son was meant to freeze to death as an infant in a trash can. A knock on the door interrupted our lovely conversation. The door opened a second later, and a man stepped through, the one who'd knocked Xander out.
I twisted my wrists behind me, testing the strength of the ropes. Tight. Too tight for me to get out of. While the men were talking quietly by the door, I scanned the floor for something—anything—that I could use.
The floor was spotless. I silently cursed as Romano turned back around to face me. The right side of my face hurt like hell, and I was sure it was swollen. For an old, injured man, he still had a lot of strength.
“Your uncle is here.”
I remained silent, ignoring the joy spreading throughout my body.
Sullie.
My heart hammered in my chest as a sob crawled its way up my throat, but I held it in. All at once, the weight of the last three months came crashing down on me. Was I happy to be near Col and finally break ground with him? Yes, but up until thismoment, I realized I hadn’t been missing my family as much as I should have.
They were put on the back burner by my heart while she fought for his cold one.
Tears welled in my eyes as the image of my big, bear man of an uncle surfaced. Sullie was the kindest man in my life, but he was also dangerous. I knew he wouldn’t be alone. Dom would be with him.
I was tired of playing games with an injured king. I sat up taller and tipped my chin at him.
“Good.” I held back my snarky remark about Romano’s funeral arrangements. The man had to know he was at the end of his journey. He was reacting on survival instinct, and his body was showing signs of anxiety. The way his hands shook. The way his knee bounced slightly when he was sitting in front of me. The drop of sweat that trickled down the side of his temple.
Not to mention that he was weak and injured.
Him kidnapping me was his last resort, a desperate way to try and hold on to the power he once had. He reminded me of Cal Matthews the night of the Gala. There was security camera footage of his office that night. I couldn’t watch the part where Dean beat him to a pulp, and I nearly vomited when Cal ordered Gwen to be bent over so he could rape her.
Cal Matthews had gone mad with rage, hellbent on revenge for Ian. His emotions got him killed, just like the Devil’s would tonight.
His dark eyes gave me a once over as he tried to smooth down his hair. “Get her up. It’s time for the show,” he barked. Ice Pack Dick stepped forward, and I shot him a look.
“Touch me and I will bite it off,” I hissed.
