Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
That was it.
Hands clenched into fists, she tried not to think. Panicking wouldn’t get her out of here, but being in control and collected just might. It was a long shot. She was aware of that, but it was a shot she was more than willing to take.
Shock raced down her spine as soon as she heard the lock flick open. Three men rushed into the room. None of them attempted to hide their identities. All of them charged toward her, and she attempted to fight them off, punching one, kicking another, but it was the third one who wrapped his arms around her waist, hauling her off her feet.
He placed her over his shoulder, and she screamed at him to let her go, landing blows against his ass, trying to get him to stop, even attempting to kick him.
She wanted to get out of here, to be let down.
Nothing helped.
They left the room, and Milah tried to watch every single footstep so she would be able to figure out an escape.
This was what happened when her father’s thirst for blood was far stronger than his love for his daughter.
Tears began to fill her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She squeezed them closed. There was no way she’d ever show weakness. Not to her captor. Not to these men. Certainly not to her father.
She had long ago stopped crying. No man deserved her tears.
The men came to a stop, and she was suddenly dumped unceremoniously onto the floor like she was nothing. They stepped back, and Milah opened her eyes to see several men. Some of whom she recognized as her father’s men. Several she did not, but she did notice the De Luca mark. Then spinning around on the floor, she came to a stop when she saw her beaten father and Damon De Luca himself, standing there looking victorious.
What the fuck had happened?
The last she knew of her father, he was planning something that would undermine De Luca’s power, but she didn’t know the finer details. He never allowed her to understand his reasoning or for him to be part of his plans. To her father, she was nothing more than a woman.
She hated it when he treated her as weaker than him. She wasn’t.
Staring at her father now, she had to wonder what had happened because he didn’t look happy. In fact, he was bleeding, and seeing him like this, he appeared broken. His men didn’t have their weapons either. Only De Luca was heavily armed.
Her stomach started to twist and turn.
Milah didn’t speak for fear of how she’d sound. Instead, she looked at the two men and waited.
“Will you tell her, Russo? Or should I?”
Her father wouldn’t even glance at her. She’d never seen him like this. In all the years she was growing up, he was a commanding presence in her life. Someone who had always been in control, who never looked anyone in the eye with fear.
“Dad?” she asked, needing him to acknowledge her presence.
De Luca didn’t look her way. Instead, he chuckled. Then he finally looked at her, but she didn’t want to return his gaze.
Something had gone badly wrong.
One quick glance at him, another at her father, and nothing.
“You will be going with Damon De Luca now, Milah.”
“What?” she asked.
“You belong to him.”
She shook her head. “No, that cannot be.”
“You will do as he tells you. You will not run. You will hold your head up high and be proud to be a Russo.”
This made De Luca laugh even more. “Proud to be a Russo? Would you like me to tell her how you sold her? How you begged for your life?”
“Dad, please, don’t do this.”
Her father had sold her to De Luca as if she meant nothing? No, it couldn’t be. She refused to believe it. “Dad, please, talk to me.”
Instead, her father stepped away from De Luca, who clicked his fingers. His men grabbed her. “Take her to my home, in the mistress’s bedroom. I’ll be there to deal with you shortly.”
Trying to keep calm faded so fucking fast. As the men grabbed her arms to lift her, she fought them, stopping the two men with her surprise attack, but more men grabbed at her.
“No!” She screamed at them. “Let me go. Dad!”
Even as they hauled her off her feet and marched her out of the room, she screamed for her father. Anger rushed through her. It was quick and full of bitterness. What the hell had happened?
They dumped her into the back of a truck. She slammed her hands against the side of the vehicle, trying to get out. Everything was locked.
“Damn it. Let me out.” She wasn’t going to stop. Not for a single second. Her father had sold her to De Luca? How did this happen?