Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Ivan unlocks the cell and opens the heavy door. It creaks as it swings open, and I move my gaze to the woman on the mattress. She doesn’t even flinch as we enter the cell, and I'm stuck wondering how this is all going to go down.
What is she going to think when she sees me and Ivan? She’ll probably be scared out of her mind. Grown men fear us, so I imagine this tiny woman is going to lose her shit. I suppose it's only going to get worse when we tell her she’s going to be coming with me.
I see this going fucking marvelously.
Shaking my head, I squat down right next to her mattress. Anger rushes to the surface when I gaze at her marred skin up close. It’s mostly healed, the marks slowly fading and bruises turning yellow in some spots. I grind my teeth together, feeling the need to punch something. I don't deal with my anger well as it is, but this makes my blood boil. Fuck, I don’t even want to know what these looked like a few days ago. Moving my attention away from the marks on her back, I train my eyes to the back of her head.
“Hey.” I try to keep my voice low and calm.
When she doesn’t respond, I force myself to ask another question.
“Are you awake?” She doesn't move or say anything, though I’m pretty sure she isn’t sleeping judging by her shallow breathing. I swallow nervously, lifting my hand and placing it on her shoulder. My fingers brush against the exposed skin along her throat. Her skin is cold—colder than it should be. I pry on her shoulders to make her lie on her back. She doesn’t even struggle, her body complying with my movements.
I don’t really know what I expected to see when I rolled her over to face me. I just know it wasn’t what I found. Her eyes open and immediately look up into mine. She’s got a heart-shaped face, and her eyes are the color of the sky on a sunny day, framed by thick, dark lashes that accentuate their beauty. Her face is thin—too thin—but her delicate features are nothing but stunning. Her full lips are dry and cracked, and there are dark circles under her eyes, but I can still see how beautiful she is.
There’s an innocence to her, and it calls to me. It makes me want to be the man to save her, to protect her from all the bad in the world.
We stay this way for a long while, our eyes bleeding into each other, as if we’re forming a bond with nothing but a single look. I’m mesmerized, not only by her beauty, but also by what her eyes tell me. She is sad—so incredibly sad, lost, and broken.
She looks like a fallen angel…fallen because someone clipped her wings.
I’ll be damned if I let someone put her in a fucking cage.
Chapter Two
Sophie
His hand is large and sits heavy on my shoulder, as if it belongs there.
There’s broken skin on his knuckles and cuts on his hands. My skin burns hot under his fingers, but I don’t make a move to pull away.
I want his hand there, and that alone confuses me. I should be scared…terrified even, and parts of me are. These men bought me like a slab of meat in the market and caged me in this cell like an animal. Surely they mean to hurt me, maybe even rape me…kill me? But that doesn’t explain why this man’s touch doesn’t scare me. Or why his eyes hold a kindness I feel they normally wouldn’t. He doesn’t look like the type of man who smiles or offers sympathy very easily, and that makes me wonder why he’s offering it to me.
“I’m going to take you somewhere. Somewhere safe.” His voice breaks the silence, and it sounds like water running through gravel. Without thought, I lower my gaze to his full lips and watch them move as he talks some more.
“I’ll take you with me. You can stay at my place until we get things figured out…is that okay with you?” he asks, as if I really have a choice in the matter. I blink and glance back up to his eyes.
I don’t know why I feel safe in his presence. It’s strange and surreal. I should be cowering in the corner, crying, begging and pleading for them to leave.
“Okay.” The word comes out raspy and broken. My throat is so dry, it hurts every time I swallow. I guess that’s my fault since I haven't been drinking much and refuse eat anything brought to me.
His gray-blue eyes widen in surprise. He probably thought I would refuse or even struggle. He doesn't know I have no fight left in me. Maybe that's why I am oddly drawn to this man’s touch…why his presence gives me comfort when it should terrify me.