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Evelyn

Clutching the torn shirt to my body, I sit up as I listen to the door lock and the men’s voices fade out in the hallway.

I wait several minutes, my curiosity finally getting the better of me as I make my way over to the shopping bags strewn across the floor. Peeking inside, I’m surprised to find various pieces of women’s items ranging from simple dresses to lingerie that I’m sure would make even the most confident of women blush trying to figure out how to wear it.

Dropping a bit of red fabric that’s little more than a handful of thick, ribbon-like string back into its bag, I turn and grab the underwear Seven destroyed off the floor and toss it into the nearest bin.

Not knowing what else to do—especially now that Anna’s diary is no longer around—I curl up in my chosen armchair to wait, making sure to tuck the shirt in around me to keep me at least somewhat modest. I sigh deeply, this whole training thing isn’t going at all like I imagined. I’m starting to wonder what the hell they’re even training me for anyway.

Dante said I’m supposed to seduce his father, not kill him, right?

At least I’m quite sure about one thing … my theory seems to be correct. They are obsessed with being in control, or at least believing they’re in control.

Perhaps I can think of a way to use that to my advantage.

No.

Seriously, what's gotten into me?

I don't know what it is about these men, but it's like they've awakened a completely different side of me. One that doesn't want to play nice; one that's at war with the rest of me.

I know I should be terrified of them, and for the most part, I am; but then they touch me … and this other part of me suddenly comes out, and I want nothing more than for them to claim me as one of their own.

One second, I'm hiding behind a chair, swearing I'll find a way to escape; and the next, I'm practically offering myself to these men on a silver platter.

And I don't know which is worse ... It's like Iwantthem to succumb to me.

They're murderers, Evelyn. Sex with them could lead to children. Children with psycho mafia men. You have to remember that the next time one of their sculpted, ungodly beautiful bodies tries to tempt you into sleeping with it.

I need to focus.

The whole point of agreeing to this training and their plan for Valentine is so that I can get out of here and back to the city. I don't need to make it any more complicated than it already is.

I'm getting too carried away with testing my own theories and trying to figure out how to use them against these men. As much as I'd like to test their limits, it's getting far too dangerous.

I have a way out, and I need to focus on that. I'll keep my theories to myself ... for now. Besides, the less of a threat that I appear to be to them, the more I may actually get out of them anyway.

If control is what they want, it's what they'll get. If they need me to be obedient and docile, then that's exactly what I'll pretend to be. God knows that's how I spent my whole life up until I couple weeks ago anyway.

Pulling my knees up to my chest, I nestle my chin against them as I watch the door.

After what feels like ages, I hear the sound of approaching footsteps and then a key turning in the lock. The doors swing open and two of my captors step back into the room.

"Here, now," Seven orders, pointing to the floor in front of him.

I glance over at Luci, but he just jerks his head toward Seven. Carefully maneuvering my way out of the chair so I don't flash them, I tie the shirt around me as best I can as I watch Luci collect and rearrange the shopping bags on a table before leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

Frowning, I make my way over to Seven.

There's something different about Luci, but I can't quite put my finger on it. He seems off ... Colder somehow, though I suppose that might be because we're not alone this time.

“I’m sorry,” I mumble as I come to stand in front of Seven.

“What?” he snorts, blinking at me as I peek up at him through my lashes.

“I shouldn’t have tempted you,” I say, my eyes flickering to Luci who looks just as startled by this, before returning to Seven.


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