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๐๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐จ๐๐๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ: ๐๐๐จ, ๐๐๐ง๐จ, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐ฉ๐. Rozelyn De Falco has been branded an enemy and captured by the Corsetti family, intent to torture her fatherโs location from her. But Rozelyn has her own plans, and being imprisoned is merely one she already has in place.
Flynn Rhodes, enforcer of the Corsetti family, gains more than just a captive in Rozelyn. He finds his past. A girl he cared for when they both had different lives. ๐ฝ๐ช๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ ๐ก๐๐, and Flynn only cares about vengeance and the oaths heโs taken. ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐, ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐ค๐ข ๐๐จ ๐จ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ก๐ฎ ๐ ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ.
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Either way, itโs not Flynn who
comes down anymore. Instead, two other soldiers alternate, and they barely glance
at me, and they donโt speak to me other than to command me up the stairs and
position a gun at my back as they walk me to a bathroom in the main hall, which
makes me wonder why Flynnโs always brought me to his from the very first
instance.
Iโve asked about Flynnโs
whereabouts, but they pretend not to hear me. This is a daily activity now.
Other than during their visits, the
basementโs lights are kept off, but thankfully, I never return to that dark
place I went to the last time I was alone for an extended length of time.
In the silence, my mind travels a
lot. It relives everything Dad ever did to me. His malicious means of training
me for this. His cruel ways of raising me to be his soldier rather than his
daughter.
โFight him.โ Dad flicks
his fingers to one of the soldiers heโs brought to the training room. A
mountain-sized man with biceps as wide as my head, height that towers two feet
above me, and a menacing snarl that says heโd eat me for breakfast if given the
chance.
โYouโre kidding me?โ I
look from Dad to the solider and back. At twenty-four, this isnโt the first
soldier heโs had me train against, but no one like this. โIโll lose. More so, heโll
break me.โ
โAttack,โ Dad commands. โBefore
he does.โ
I didnโt move for almost a week
afterwards. His soldier took me down in less than a minute, bruising my back.
He never taught me enough to fight
back against him. Or, somehow I was hardwired unable to do so. Maybe because I
was already in the monsterโs web, and his training never exactly got me into
the fighting shape it should have.
The single time I tried to block
his incoming hit, I paid for the act of defiance.
Through the darkness, Iโm able to
make out the shape of who comes down and itโs not either of the men. Itโs also
not someone new. I know his figure as well as I know my own.
He doesnโt approach, so I donโt
move from the sleeping bag Iโve dragged to the centre of the room. Being
unchained means having access to these luxuries he once teased me with.
I wait for him to speak, counting
sixty seconds, and wonder if heโs also waiting for me to begin. Uncomfortable
silence, is it?
Eventually, he sits right at the
base of the stairs, his back against the far wall so heโs facing me. His legs
stretch out in front of him, crossing at the ankles. Thatโs all Iโm able to
make out though, and I wish heโd turn on the light so I can see his face. A
long sigh follows, signaling the break in silence.
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Read the First Chapter HERE!
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USA Today Bestselling author M.L. Philpitt writes both dark romance and paranormal romance. When sheโs not writing made-up realities, sheโs reading them. She lives in Canada with her four pets and survives life with coffee and an obsession with fictional characters, especially the morally grey kind. By day, she masks herself as a therapist, and is still waiting for her Hogwarts letter so she can be sorted into her Ravenclaw house.
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