Horror ran down my spine when the Bugatti brought by Rhysand stopped at a large, spacious and luxurious neo classic building.At first I thought this was some kind of party hall and there was a party for the 'old money' inside, but I threw my thoughts away after seeing the name of this place on the maps on my phone. This is a nightclub for the upper class, and reserved only for people who are allowed to have access in it. Even worse, this place belonged to Rhysand del Millero, and from what I can remember he was also into some gruesome mafia business. Anything could happen here, all those dark deals he would do here, and...And I didn't know what he was going to do to me that he bring me here.I gulped as horror rose, attacking me brutally. Sending something inside me until I can't do anything but stay seated. "Are you going to sell me?" I can still feel the blood pouring out of my face. I might actually be pale.I didn't look at Rhysand, and didn't want to know what his reaction would

My blood is boiling over something.What she gave me the other day has worked.Rhysand had indeed said that it was all just photo editing, and that he had really never done anything with Hannah. The woman wanted him, and he doesn't. Rhysand just wanted me, and Hannah was just another problom. He's even done things I never imagined just to make that happen.That was roughly what Rhysand was trying to convey and prove to me.Previously, I had no doubts about it. The evidence I got and how he made me realize that I was stupid for believing what Hannah did. But now… insecurities came creeping in on me. A large ball that narrows in my respiratory tract."You shouldn't be here," Alice's voice sounded. Disgust flowed thickly from her words. “Hannah the ho.”"I'm not a slut." The reply from Hannah came, her alcoholic breath I could even feel from some distance away.She's drunk.I glanced up at her as she looked up at Alice with a red face. She was wearing a tight black dress that reached her

My head keeps spinning like a tape on a worn out music player. A throb of pain accompanies it, and something tells me to stop spinning or I'll be completely wrecked.I stopped because I found myself asleep at some point, and someone carried me to a comfortable bed. I actually fell asleep, the warmth that covered my whole body allowed me to do it, and then I woke up in the morning.Still at Rhysand's club, in his bed, and I'm alone.But I know that before he was here, and then gone.Inhaling slowly, I tried to get up from my lying position and rubbed my face roughly. The throbbing in my head came back and it wasn't a good thing. I'm going to be sick.Maybe it's all because of the stress that attacks me, and my head can't hold it.I'm going to be sick.And I will look helpless again in his eyes. Why am I this weak?Groaning softly to shake off the frustration that had taken over me, I rubbed my face with my two hands again, and then gazed out at the cityscape through the glass wall that

There weren't many people when the car door at my side was opened by Rhysand from outside.Nausea starts to take over my stomach and threatens to come out, I swallow again and start to stand up and take Rhysand's hand that is reaching out to me. Sending him a brief sharp glance, I gripped his hand tightly, spitting out annoyance I couldn't express, and then I stared ahead. A dome-shaped building loomed before us. So luxurious and towering in the middle of Madrid. I would love to be here if under different circumstances.Not in a horrific situation full of terror, for sure."Fight me, Princess. I always welcome you with pleasure." Rhysand's voice enters my ears, sending chilling shivers that make my spine stiff. One arm wraps around my waist which is covered by the knee-length brown coat he gave me. Even so, it's like skin to skin. The touch is hell and I don't want to fall further down that hell hole.I just glanced at him with the levelest look possible, something I tried to keep eve

Screams broke out.Mierda, mierda, mierda over and over again like a messed up record with lots of sounds. Alarm came in the air so thick I could feel it on my tongue. And then a gust of air escaped from me as I was brought down to the floor. A heavy body covered me as the glass of the painting shattered in a clear pattern. And then the paintings that were in the frame also turned into an insignificant torn.Shot.My heartbeat pounded in my ears, and I couldn't tell from the bullets flying above me. I know who's lying on top of me, trying to match my breath with his as the chaos continues. A feeling of security enveloped me while this room became a battleground for these mobsters. I cover my ears. It felt like it went on forever, before a silence enveloped the room that carried the echoes of gunshots."Are you okay?"I heard his words, but my mind was focused on red. Blood dripped onto the wooden floorboards in my line of sight.Hands gripping my face, twisting it. "Are you okay?" Rhy