Page 92 of Reckoning

“We had an agreement, Sofia, this is part of it.” I state.

“Maybe I should have agreed to just fuck you.”

“Yeah?” I murmur. “Go right ahead. Show me that pretty pussy I own.”

Her eyes widen, like she’s let her mouth run and only just realised what she’s said. “You want me to strip, then fine.”

She yanks her jumper, practically ripping it up and over her head and then she flings it as hard as she can. Underneath she’s just wearing a tank top. It covers her but it clings. Her arms are bare, her collarbones, her neck, all that skin she seems to cover like she’s a leper, it’s glistening with sweat.

“Does it feel better?” I ask.

She scowls. “No.”

My lips curl. “Little liar.” I say loud enough for her to hear before I bend down and pick up the gloves. “Put these back on. We’re not done with this lesson.”

Sofia

The room is dark. I’m curled up, huddled up, pressed into the corner between the wall and the bedside table. It’s where I’ve been all day. Where I’ve stayed after Marsden brought me here and locked the door.

I don’t know where Lara is.

I don’t know what the fuck is going on.

But when I hear footsteps I freeze. They’re getting closer. Too close.

I already tried the window but it’s barred. I know there’s no way out, no other exit but the door across from me. The one someone is about to walk right through.

When it opens, light pours in and for a second I’m completely blinded.

“Where is the slut?”

Otto’s voice carries to where I am and when his eyes find mine, I can’t help the shudder. I know I’ll find no mercy there, no matter how nice I play. No matter how much I plead.

“Get up.” He spits.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

His lips curl. He glances across at the person blocking the door. At his brother. Darius.

“Still playing the game, Sofia?” Darius sneers.

“What game?”

Otto crosses the room and yanks me to my feet. His fingers dig into my arm enough to make my eyes water and a yelp escapes my lips.

“It’s over, Sofia.” Otto states. “All of it is over. Your family are gone. Congratulations on being the last of them.”

I blink, trying to register those words but they don’t sink in. Nothing sinks in.

“Look, I don’t understand…” Otto’s hand silences me. He grasps my face, pushing me back by it and I land haphazardly on the bed. When I try to get up he pins me down and my fear multiplies because he’s already made it abundantly clear what he’s capable of, hasn’t he?

“You’re full of shit, Sofia.” Otto spits. “But it’s over now.” He glances at his brother.

Darius has moved closer now. It feels like the pair of them have me cornered. It feels like I’m their prey and they’re about to do something abominable.

“Let me explain a few things.” Darius says, unbuttoning the cuffs on his shirt like he doesn’t want to get it dirty from what’s about to go down. “Your brother is dead. Whatever shit you two have been trying to pull is over. Rose Capulet is mine and you…” He grins, “You belong to my brother to do with as he likes.”

I blink, staring between them. “I won’t…”

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