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—Ellie— “Wear this,” Tristan ordered, throwing my dress I wore the day I was captured down on the bed. I stared at the black dress, at the blood stains and the tears. I hadn’t seen it in almost two months. It didn’t feel like something I’d ever owned. Nothing I was meant to wear ever again. “Why?” I asked. Tristan turned toward me, his dark eyes hard. “Because I told you to do it, Eleanor.” Not Querido. Eleanor. What was going on? I narrowed my eyes. “Why?” He moved closer, glaring down at me. “Do as I say.” “Or what?” I said harshly. “What could you possibly do to me? You have taken everything from me that mattered. There’s nothing left for you to take, to break.” Tristan’s mouth turned cruel. “If you really think that’s true, then you are weaker than I thought.” I swallowed hard, but I didn’t put on the dress. We both knew I was so much stronger than he’d ever imagined. Maybe that was why he kept doing
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—Ellie— Up until the very end, I was convinced Tristan would keep me. I kept denying the truth until I was faced with the result of my sins: the exhausted faces of my family and fiancé. They waited in the abandoned parking lot. Dad, Salvador, Drake. Mateo wasn’t there, and I knew it was because he would have lost it. Behind them on the ground lay a tied up man, probably Fabian’s father. His back was turned to me so I couldn’t be sure. Their eyes were drawn upward toward one of the buildings, and when Tristan pulled me out of the car, I found the reason why. Damian was perched on the roof as a sniper. Fabian got out of the car as well, his own gun drawn. Tristan led me a few steps away from the car. Then he stopped. “You were very ill-advised attacking our territory, Salvador,” he said pleasantly, his grip on my hip tight as he held me against his body. My eyes lingered on the ground because my guilt sat so heavily on my should
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—Tristan— Fabian kept tossing glances at his father resting on the backrest of the car, looking fucking eager to tear into the man. “Your plan really worked. You crushed the fucking Outfit,” Fabian said, turning to me. I stared at the road. The triumph I’d been working toward, destroying the Outfit from within, I held it in my hands. I’d seen it on the faces of my enemies. I knew they’d keep suffering. Fabian shifted in his seat. “Tristan, you realize we won, right? We got my father. Your insane plan worked.” “Yeah, my plan worked ...” “Then why—” Fabian’s eyes widened. My grip on the steering wheel tightened. “We can try kidnapping her again. It worked once, who’s to say it won’t work again,” he said almost incredulously. “No,” I said harshly. “Eleanor doesn’t belong in captivity.” Fabian shook his head. “They will marry her off to Drake. Even if you spoiled the goods, she’s still Salvador’s niece, and Drake
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—Ellie— Outside of Mexico we traded in the car for the private jet belonging to the Outfit. I huddled in my seat, my cheek pressed to the window, watching the city grow smaller in the distance. Dad sat across from me, looking and not looking at me, caught somewhere between utter relief and hopeless despair. I knew what a pitiful sight I was. Bloody and torn dress. Bite marks all over my throat. My uncle was talking quietly on the phone, but he, too, slanted the occasional look at me. The only one who hadn’t looked at me after I flinched from his touch was Drake. He leaned forward, forearms braced on his knees, staring blankly at the floor. Guilt and a flicker of sadness washed over me. For him. For us. For what could have been and never would. I swallowed and looked away. I met Dad’s gaze. He forced a small smile and reached for me as if to touch my legs over the tulle of my dress, but then he hesitated as if he was worri
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—Ellie— “Where’s Arianna?” I asked. “She’s with Renya and the kids in a safe house close by. They’ll come over soon,” My uncle explained from behind me. I nodded. “I need to shower,” I said and regretted my words when I saw the look my family exchanged. I quickly moved away and headed upstairs into my room, starting to tear at my dress, but the thing clung to me. Angry, desperate tears gathered in my eyes. “Teo!” I called, and in a blink he was there. “Can you ... can you help me with the dress?” He nodded and pushed my hair to the side to reach the zipper. He froze, releasing a shuddering breath. I knew what he saw: the bite mark on the nape of my neck. He leaned forward, burying his face in my hair. I allowed him a moment to gather himself even as my own heart broke and broke and broke. “I will kill him.” A threat. A promise. Not my salvation as he hoped it could be. He pulled down the zipper. I stumbled into the
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—Ellie— After covering the bite marks with concealer, I left my room with Mateo at my side. Mom was in the dining room, setting plates up for dinner. Usually the maids did it, but I got the impression she needed to keep busy. She’d lost weight. She had always been tall and thin, but now she was willowy. Mateo’s words flashed through my mind, that she’d fallen to her knees and begged Salvador to save me. My mother was a proud woman. I don’t think she’d ever begged for anything in her life nor knelt. But kneeling for the ones we loved ... that was something she and I would always do. I walked over to her. She smiled but her eyes held questions and fears. “Can I help you?” Her eyes flitted down to my throat. “No, Ellie. Just rest.” I didn’t feel like resting. “Where are the others?” “Your father and uncle are talking to Drake in the office. Arianna will be here soon. She’ll be so happy to see you again.” I smiled but m
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—Ellie— My uncle stepped in a moment later, tall and controlled as always. He closed the door then paused, his cool blue eyes flickering to my throat where Tristan’s marks had been—no longer visible, covered by layers of concealer, just like my traitorous feelings for him were covered up by stacks of lies. I flushed and touched my skin in shame. “Don’t,” he said firmly. I frowned. He moved toward me slowly, cautiously, as if he thought I might bolt. I lowered my hand from my throat when he came to a stop in front of me. “Don’t be ashamed for something forced upon you,” He said quietly, but his voice was off. It had a note to it I had never heard before. I searched my uncle’s eyes, but it was difficult to read him. He exuded control and power. But there was a flicker of regret and sadness in his gaze. “I don’t want to open up painful wounds, Eleanor, but as the Capo of the Outfit, I need to know everything you know ab
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—Ellie— Mateo was already gone when I woke the next morning. He’d always been a late riser, but that, too, seemed to have changed. I slipped out of bed and dressed before I left my room. Instead of heading downstairs, I moved down the hallway to Arianna’s room and knocked. My stomach tightened painfully. “Come in!” she called. Frowning at her chipper tone, I slipped in. She lay on her stomach, her ankles crossed. She was drawing. When she spotted me, she flushed. I walked toward her and perched on the edge of the bed. Her arms covered her drawing, and I tilted my head. “I wanted to talk to you about Drake. I assume Dad already talked to you?” She gave a tentative nod, biting her lip. “Are you mad at me?” “Mad?” I echoed, confused. “Because Drake wants to marry me now and not you.” The tightness left my chest. That was what they told her. Good. I regarded her closely. “No. I’m not. I want you to be
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