He stroked my throat then touched the faded cut on my forearm. Samuel pulled back and I braced myself for the inevitable, for the disgust and hatred, resigned myself to it, but his eyes held pity and sadness. Remo didn’t rape me, he didn’t torture me.” “Sam,” I said, gathering my courage because I needed to save him, needed to save them all with the truth even if it ruined me. I kissed the top of his head and held him because despite being the one who had been kidnapped, Remo hadn’t broken me, and I realized it had never been his intention. I swear by my honor, by everything I love, that I won’t rest until I’ve rammed my fucking knife into Remo Falcone.” Dad and I have done and seen so much, but we both fucking cried like fucking babies that day. “I can’t get the image of those sheets out of my head, can’t forget Mom’s sobs or the way she fell to her knees in front of Dante and begged him to save you, or how Danilo destroyed Dad’s entire office. ” He shook his head and buried his face in his palms. “You were meant to be treated like a princess, cared for and cherished. ” Samuel swallowed, his eyes lowering to the bite marks once more.

Even if those screams weren’t real, I can see what he did to you. “It was my job to save you and I couldn’t. Samuel cupped my head and pulled back, his eyes softer than before. He wanted me to make you believe you hurt me so you’d suffer. I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, not able to look at him when I delivered the truth.

“When I heard your screams in the basement, I thought I’d go insane,” he said darkly. He nodded against me, and we stayed like that for a while.

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