They Are The Monsters.
They Are The Princes.
. . .
Leyla Campbell, daughter of a corrupted politician, never expected her father to give her to them - two of the deadliest men in the world, for the sake of his reputation.
They don't seem safe.
T...
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It was bittersweet - leaving Florence. I was eager to get back to Rosa but this place had stolen my heart.
Or maybe what happened here had.
There was a type of freedom in letting go. I had let go yesterday. I had willingly given him my body and he had taken me roughly and sweetly.
Yet, I felt drained.
I curled into a ball on the seat after taking my heels off, setting my head against the seat, my eyes skimming on everything we passed by.
I had been willing yesterday - ready for whatever they did to me. Hell, what kind of madness is lust? I had crawled and begged for them - screamed and cried for them.
I let out a breath, squeezing my eyes shut. Memories of the past were there, in my head, just waiting to rip out.
The car stopped.
I opened my eyes, looking at Giovanni and Fabiano. They were already looking at me.
"Baby?" Fabiano reached back, his hand taking mine. He squeezed gently. "How do you feel?"
"H-Horrible."
He cursed under his breath. "Gio-"
"I'll drive. Take care of her." They got out of the car.
Fabiano got inside the car beside me and Giovanni sat on the driver's seat.
Fabiano kissed me gently. "What's wrong?"
Giovanni started the car. I had a feeling he was listening closely.
"I..." I gulped. "Bad. I feel bad." Had I been too eager yesterday? Had I given in too soon? I felt like crawling out of my skin. I felt like screaming at myself. I felt like...
Fabiano undid my seatbelt and put me on his lap in a way that I was straddling him. He gripped the back of my neck and let me snuggle into his chest, feeling small and protected against his large, warm body.
"My good girl."
"N-Not good." I felt my eyes moisten as I snuggled deeper into him.
"You are," he said to me. "My precious good girl, hm?"
I shook my head, tears rolling down my cheeks. "So many...before you. So many. T-They force-"
He froze momentarily. "They don't matter to me, Leyla. Only their death does. You're my good girl." He made me look at him. He wiped my tears away. "So good for me. So strong."
I squeezed my eyes shut. "Not strong."
The car stopped on the side of the almost empty road.
