Chapter 67: Blood
A sharp sting burned against Elijah's cheek as he groggily opened his eyes. His head was pounding, and the cold bite of metal against his wrists made it clear—he was tied up.
With a groan, he shifted, blinking away the blurriness. The dim light flickered above him, casting eerie shadows against the concrete walls. He tried moving, but the ropes around his wrists and ankles barely allowed any room.
"Awake already?"
That voice.
Elijah's body tensed. He turned his head and found Matteo standing a few feet away, swirling a glass of wine in his hand, as if this was just another casual evening.
"You look uncomfortable," Matteo mused, stepping closer. "I'd untie you, but well… I wouldn't want you running off before Dominic gets here."
Elijah scoffed. "So that's what this is? Some twisted way to get his attention?"
Matteo chuckled, crouching beside him. "You say that like you're not enjoying all the attention you get from him." His fingers trailed along the bruised skin of Elijah's jaw. "You must really like being Dominic's little possession."
Elijah yanked his face away, glaring. "I'm not his possession."
Matteo smirked. "That's cute. You really believe that?"
Elijah bit the inside of his cheek, refusing to react. He wasn't about to give Matteo the satisfaction.
The sound of a door creaking open made Matteo sigh. One of his men stepped in.
"Boss, he's here."
Matteo straightened, a grin playing at his lips. "Right on time."
Elijah's heart pounded.
Dominic.
Matteo turned back to Elijah, lifting his chin with two fingers. "I wonder how far he's willing to go for you, tesoro."
With that, Matteo strode out of the room, leaving Elijah alone in the dim light—his heart hammering as heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway.
Dominic was here.
And all hell was about to break loose
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