Murder In The Name Of Love

C H A P T E R : 13

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I WAS LOCKED UP again. Only this time in the same guest room I was held prisoner instead of the cell.

My neck was burning. It was like Dante was hell bent on not letting the bruises heal. Somehow his hand always ends up on my neck everytime we have a conversation.

It had been four days since I last saw him when he had the audacity to lick me. I was so disgusted by him but even more disgusted in myself for enjoying it.

After Giovanni locked me inside this room, I finally came out of the shock and rushed inside the bathroom to wash my face.

I don't remember how long I spent rubbing my face harshly trying to shake of the feeling of him yet no matter how much I tried it was like he had branded me.

I could feel him everywhere.

The entire day, I was burning with rage pacing back and forth deciding I would give him a piece of my mind when I saw him again.

I didn't. It has been four days and still no trace of Dante.

Nicole has kept visiting bringing a different board game everytime. I have to admit, whenever Nicole is here with me. It doesn't feel like I'm being kept here against my will instead I enjoy her company. In another lifetime I would've loved to have her as my sister in law.

I've also kept in contact with my brother's. I knew Dante wasn't keeping me in a top secret lair of his. I figured it was his home where I'm being held and judging by my brother's reaction, it was public knowledge where he lived.

But that still didn't mean my brother's could come and get me out of here. According to them the place was swarming with guards left and right and my brother's didn't exactly have an army of men like Dante.

I suggested they go to the police but they quickly shut down that idea saying the police was controlled by the Mafia.

And if they went to the police, like loyal dogs they would report back to Dante and he'll know that my brother's know where I'm being kept.

It was better for now if he didn't know as Zaryan was trying to convince someone who could take care of Dante.

Whatever the hell that meant.

I was growing weaker and weaker day by day because I refuse to eat the special meals Dante has prepared for me. Giovanni once threatened me to eat otherwise he'll tell his boss. In return I threatened him back. As soon as I threatened him with going to Dante about him and Nicole, he simply huffed and walked away.