Since I have no shoes in this damn place, I settled on the shower flip-flops and a black dress. It’s better than nothing.

My hair is pulled into a ponytail and I’m ready to go back to Chicago, to my job, my dad, my cats, and my damn life.

I descend the stairs, astonished by more of the renovation that’s been put into place. If it were up to me, I’d bring in more furniture and —

I shake my head, killing that thought. It’s not up to me and I don’t care what Jasper does with his house. This isn’t my home.

It is not.

The sound of humming in Italian comes from the far right. I cease breathing as my back glues to the wall. If Salli finds me and tells Jasper, I’m done for.

Or I can hit her. I don’t care what she thinks because I’m getting out of here whether she and her master want me to or not.

I tiptoe around the table near the stairs, keeping my attention on where the humming is coming from, which I assume is the kitchen.

My leg hits the table and I wince, then slap a hand over my mouth to hide the sound.

Salli says something in Italian.

Damn it. Damn it.

I don’t wait for her to find me and run toward the entrance. The moment I’m about to embrace my freedom, a tall man blocks the only way out.

My feet come to a screeching halt as I stare up at him.

He’s wearing a pressed suit that stretches against his broad shoulders, making him appear like a model. His hair is styled and his cuffs are neat and elegant.

Everything about him is. Elegant, I mean.

Everything except for his eyes. They’re green, but they have some sort of anomaly with gray rings surrounding them. They don’t look like an anomaly, though.

They’re beautiful in a savage kind of way.

I caught a glimpse of him from the window before. He’s one of Jasper’s men or partners or whatever, which means he’s my enemy.

He tilts his head to the side, watching me with manic interest as if I’ve killed him in cold blood in a previous life. “Why, hello there, Costa.”

I didn’t expect the smooth English. There’s a hint of Italian there, but it’s not the heavily accented English like the one Salli speaks when I’m around.

Grabbing the burnt razor, I point it at him. I’m getting out of here and no one will stop me.

He laughs, the sound long and booming in the entrance. “Do you really think you can hurt me with that?”

“Get out of my way.” I stand my ground.

He steps closer, but I don’t step back.

“Or what, Georgina? You’ll hurt me with that?”

“Don’t think I won’t. Because I fucking will.”

He’s smiling, but he doesn’t seem amused. If anything, he appears as if he summoned his demons. “Your father used guns and it didn’t kill me, do you think that toy will?”

“You’re lying. You and Jasper are only saying that so I’ll turn against my father.” There’s no way in hell the father who doted on me as a child is the monster they’re describing him to be.

“I have no interest in you turning against your father. If anything, I want you to go back to him so Jasper finally sees that he should fucking kill you.”

He advances into me and I wiggle the razor in his face. “Stay the fuck away from me.”

“Why don’t you stop me?”

“Don’t come any closer or —”

My words are cut off when he grabs me by the arm and twists, causing the razor to fall to the ground. I cry out at his brutal clutch; he’s going to break my arm.

“Ow, let me go.” I grind out through clenched teeth.

“What have you done to him?” He stares down at me with a cold expression and it scares the shit out of me more than his hold. “Why doesn’t he kill you already?”

I contemplate kicking or biting him, but the way he’s threatening to break my arm stops me. I have no doubt that he’ll do it; that he’ll actually snap my bones.

This man is dangerous, just like Jasper. The only difference is that Jasper doesn’t intend to hurt me, at least not in this way.

This man looks like he’s about to rip my heart out and feast on it raw.

Jasper. Where are you?

“Your family killed his, do you know why?” he asks in a low tone that draws goosebumps over my skin. “Because his father killed your mother.”

My lips part. Jasper’s father killed Mom? Why would he do that?

“No,” I gulp. “You’re lying.”

“Ignore the truth all you want, it doesn’t mean it’ll go away.”

The door swings open and both our attention trails to Jasper. A long breath escapes me as my eyes meet his icy blue ones.

He’s here.

I’m not alone.

It’s almost a déjà vu from those days in the boarding school when he used to protect me from the stronger and bigger boys.

Jasper studies the scene before he strides between us with his hand curled in a fist. “What the fuck did I tell you, Enzo?”

Enzo answers in Italian and he goes back and forth with Jasper. My head spins trying to get a gist of the conversation. There are a lot of clipped words and neither of them seems amused.

“Let her go.” Jasper orders and Enzo steps away as if he wasn’t just about to break my wrist.

I massage the assaulted skin as Jasper clutches me by the arm and pulls me to his side.

“Touch her again and I will kill you,” Jasper threatens in a low tone.

“I was only stopping her from escaping,” Enzo says in a suave tone then motions at my joke of a weapon.

I swallow as Jasper’s jaw hardens, but he doesn’t look at me. Not even once.

“Get out,” he tells Enzo.

“You’re dick-whipped, my friend.” Enzo smiles a little. “One day, you’ll wake up and see her for what she truly is. A fucking Costa.”

And with that, he’s out the door.

Jasper continues glaring at him as if he’s still there. I remain silent, not wanting to trigger him in any way.

Just when I think he’s calmed down, his blue eyes focus back on me. They’re cool, but I know what he hides underneath that façade.

“You were trying to escape, is that it?”

I gulp. “I want to see my dad. My family. My home.”

“Well, that’s not going to fucking happen.” His tone turns lethal. “I’m your only family and this is your only fucking home so you better get used to it. Oh, and I’m going to punish you for your pathetic attempt at escape. I’ll spank your ass red until you beg me for an orgasm, and guess what, Pet?”

Tears barge into my eyes as I whisper, “What?”

“You won’t get it. Bad girls don’t have the privilege of an orgasm.”

“I don’t care what you do to me. I won’t stop trying to escape.”

“Be my guest. I’m arranging new guards and this place will be more secure than a military camp. You won’t be able to set a foot outside without me knowing about it. And every time you try to run, I’ll punish you.”

“I hate you.” I hit his chest, a tear streaming down my cheek. “I hate you so much.”

“Hate me all you want, but you’re not leaving.”