I wouldn’t die as someone’s Fawn.
Wouldn’t die a helpless creature.
Red Mask stepped beside the chair. Like Enzo, he wore all black. A hoodie hid his hair. He was tall, leaner than Enzo, with a long, narrow frame. Nothing about him was recognizable, which was the point.
I clenched my teeth as Enzo stroked my hair.
It wasn’t gentle. It waspossessivein the way he did it.
He gestured toward the chair, jerking his chin toward Red Mask.
Red Mask ripped the tape off the guy’s mouth. His busted lip split further with the motion.
Without wasting a second, the guy tried to scream, “You fucking assholes,” but his words came out in tiny gasps. One of his front teeth was gone, and the other hung cracked and crooked in his mouth.
Red Mask dragged a hand slowly down the front of his mask before suddenly driving his elbow into the guy’s face. The crack echoed through the room.
The guy’s head snapped back, barely missing the concrete wall behind him. When it lurched forward again, more blood poured from his nose like a faucet.
Enzo stopped his creepy petting to advance toward the chair. I chewed the inside of my cheek as he drew back and spat in the guy’s face.
The guy cried out words I couldn’t understand.
Enzo grabbed his face with both hands, then slammed his forehead into the guy’s. I winced when I heard bones crack.
While Enzo focused on him, my gaze drifted to the door.
The unguarded door.
Still on my knees, I carefully inched toward it while Enzo punched the guy.
A dark laugh ripped from Enzo’s chest. A roar so dark that it could snuff out every star in the sky.
I froze, my head slowly turning to look at him over my shoulder.
“Now, Blair,” he said with a softtsk, “why would you leave before the fun starts?”
He crossed the distance between us in two long strides.
I screamed when his hand dug into my hair, jerking me to my feet. Pain ripped through my scalp. He released me, shoving me forward, and my body crashed into the chair.
I stumbled into the guy’s knees before collapsing at his feet.
Enzo’s hand twisted into my hair again, wrenching my head backward. “Blair, meet Jett.”
I didn’t say a word.
His grip tightened. “Apologies. I forgot that an introduction isn’t necessary. You two were spotted getting cozy in the library, gossiping like two bitches in a locker room.” He sounded pleased, all sadism, at the thought of Jett telling me his secrets.
My throat still burned from the rag as I glared up at him.
Enzo reached down and grabbed my jaw, pinching my lip painfully between his fingers. “Don’t worry, Blair. I really am a feminist at heart.” He pressed a hand dramatically to his chest, right where I was certain no organ existed.
I couldn’t stop the scoff that slipped from my lips.
Jett jerked violently against his restraints. His arms strained against the ropes as broken words bubbled through the blood in his mouth. “Let me … fucker …” The rest dissolved into a hoarse choke.
Enzo savored Jett’s agonized pleading as he stroked my cheek with a disturbing tenderness. “What did you and Jett talk about in the library?”
