Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Sitting back in the chair, she sensed something wasn’t right. Being shot meant she should be dead. No doctor would be wasted on someone like her. She’d seen a couple of slaves in her time get injured. They were still forced to work until they died of the injuries. One of the girls had been up a ladder, fixing something. As a joke, one of the guards had kicked the ladder. She fell to the ground and something snapped. A bone, maybe? Either way, she’d been forced to keep working, even as the leg swelled and eventually went green. One of the other girls went to wake her up the next morning and found she’d died in her sleep.
Dying in her sleep sounded like a nice way to go. She hated pain and the thought of dying any other way filled her with a terror she didn’t want to think about.
Keeping her hands in her lap, she waited as Raphael finished his breakfast. He nudged a coffee in her direction. “Drink.”
She used her good arm, lifting the cup, blowing over the surface, and taking a sip.
“Did you enjoy breakfast?” he asked.
She nodded.
“I don’t want you to be silent on my ass right now. Talk to me,” he said.
“It was very good,” she said. “Thank you.”
He sighed. “I know you don’t have a name but while you’re here, I’m going to want to call you something. Can you figure out a name?” he asked.
“You can call me Useless. Everyone else does.”
“That’s not a name. It’s what you tell someone when they don’t do anything right.”
“Oh.” Why was she called that then? She had an impeccable record for doing the job right. Shaking her head, she rubbed at her temple. It didn’t matter.
“Was I … did I … I shouldn’t be here, should I?” she asked. It was odd using her voice. She rarely spoke, and certainly not to her Master’s son.
Raphael sighed again. “No, you shouldn’t. I took you last night. You can’t go back. You’re going to have to stay here, and as far as anyone’s concerned, you’re dead.”
“I’m in trouble?”
“No, I mean, yes, if anyone ever finds out about you. You’re going to have to stay here. I will protect you.”
“What about your wife?”
“Isabella?”
She nodded. The pretty bride with the nice hair and makeup and dress. All of her clothes had been handed down by previous slave girls. She’d been told many times she was nothing special. It wasn’t like she believed herself to be anything different.
She was nothing.
No one.
Useless.
Born into a world of slavery.
Her only hope was to always make sure her owner, her master, was happy with her. She had no doubt Giavanni would be very, very angry with her right now.
Chapter Two
She hadn’t screamed or demanded to be taken back. Raphael considered that a victory.
She stared into her cup way too hard. “I’m sorry,” she said.
“For what?”
“Your wife.”
“Don’t be, I’m not. I had no interest in marrying her.”
“You have to do your duty, though. It’s important.”
“There will be other women.”
She had no idea the only woman he wanted was right here, drinking his coffee. He never cooked for women. He’d learned to cook at a young age. It wasn’t news to him that he was hated and feared all around the city and many people would want to poison him.
He made sure to take care of his needs. The only time he didn’t cook for himself was when he went to his father’s. Then the staff catered to his every single need.
“Will you kill me?”
“No.”
She lifted her head. “Why did you help me?”
“I couldn’t let you die.”
“I’m no one important. You have to take me back.”
“No, you’re not going back.”
“But, if he … aren’t you in trouble?”
He laughed. “Yeah, I will be. We both know no one steals from my father and gets away with it. What I did was fucked up, but it’s done now. You and I both know if I’d left you, you’d have died of your wounds.”
“You had a doctor treat me?”
“Yes.”
“Won’t he tell?”
“No.” Raphael turned toward her. He placed a hand on the back of her chair and leaned down to look at her. “No one is ever going to harm you. Of that, you have my word.”
“Thank you.” She didn’t believe him.
“The doctor is a friend. He doesn’t believe in your prison.”
“Prison?”
“Being a slave.”
“What do I do now?” she asked. “I can’t go back.”
“I know. You’re going to need to stay here. My father will know you’ve been gone and for a short time, I’m going to need him to not consider looking for you.” She tucked her hair behind her ear and he frowned, seeing the long length no longer looked silky smooth. “What’s wrong with your hair?”
She jerked and glanced up. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“I…” She stopped. “I tried to brush it. The pain, it was too much.”