“What are you doing here?” I ask, taking a step back. How did they find me?
“Mia?” Matteo, one of my older brothers, sighs, shaking his head. The one who ripped me from the pool and drugged me. “The question is, what are you doing here?”
I look for anything that I can use to defend myself. But even if I had a loaded gun in my hands, they’d still have me dead before I could use it on them. Our father has trained them like dogs. Money. Power. Kill. That’s all they know. Pussy is just what they do for fun. A man can get that anywhere, my father always says.
Matteo’s eyes run up and down my black yoga pants and red sports bra. It makes my fucking skin crawl when he smiles at me like I’m another one of his whores.
“Nice place.” Lorenzo nods his head, looking around while walking toward the open kitchen.
“Please leave.” I breathe as tears sting my eyes. I don’t want them to hurt me, and I also don’t want them to destroy this house. It doesn’t have any photos or décor, but it doesn’t need it. Some things are just naturally pretty.
Matteo rubs his chin, pushing off the glass. “Afraid we can’t do that.”
“What do you want?” I take a step back.
Matteo yanks me toward him, slamming my body into his. I try to push him away, but he holds me tightly. His hand slides down my high-waisted yoga pants to cup my ass. “Stop!” I shriek in horror, my heart pounding.
“Matteo,” Lorenzo says, sounding bored. “She’s your sister.”
“So?” Matteo leans down and kisses my sweaty neck. I feel bile in my throat. “Pussy is pussy, and my dick is hard at the moment.”
I hit my fists into his chest. He shoves me away, making my legs hit an end table by the couch. The sound of it scraping across the floor fills the room while I try to stay on my feet.
He laughs at me.
“We need her to still be a virgin,” Gabriel adds, finally speaking. He’s always been the quiet one.
Matteo smiles. “You know virgins are my favorite.”
“I’ll find you one later.” He rolls his eyes.
I’m gonna be sick.
“I could fuck her mouth.” He shrugs carelessly.
“I’ll bite it off,” I warn. No way in hell will I let him get that close to me.
He laughs. “There is a device known as the spider gag. It prevents your mouth from closing.” My eyes widen that he even knows this. “I could shove whatever the fuck I want into your mouth, and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.”
“Why are you here?” I demand, knowing they didn’t come here to fuck me. Even if the sick bastard has considered it.
My father kept me locked away in Italy most of my life with the twins, but Matteo never visited me. I think my father did that for a reason. Or at least I like to think that he tried to protect me from that monster.
Lorenzo jumps off the kitchen counter. “We’re here to send you back.”
I shake my head. “I’m not going back to Italy.”
“You are going to Las Vegas. Back to Bones.”
Bones? What kind of name is Bones? Vegas? That’s where we lived before my father sent me to Italy. “No …”
Matteo reaches out and grips my face tightly. His fingers dig into my cheeks, making me whimper. “You will do what you were bred to do and spread your fucking legs,” he growls. “Your mouth was made to suck cock, not talk. You are at the motherfucking bottom of authority and will do as you’re fucking told.”
“He doesn’t want me,” I try. “He almost killed me.” Even though that’s true, he didn’t for some reason. A part of me knows that he was trying to help me. Why else would he pay all that money, drug me, and then send me away? I’ve had no communication since that night three weeks ago. I have a cell phone, but it only has one number in it—I’m guessing it’s his number since I didn’t recognize it. I’m not sure why. I’m sure he had the number to the phone he left me, yet I’ve had no contact with him. Bones may have spared my life, but he had no plans to ever see me again.
“If you don’t go back willingly, we will force you back.” He lets go of me.
“Why do you want me with this Bones guy?” I ask as tears build in my eyes. I take a quick look around, wondering why Luca isn’t here. He would never let them hurt me. Luca has always been my savior. My protector. He’s the only one in the family who seems to care about me.
“Dad wants Kingdom,” he states, shoving me away.
My chest tightens at that, knowing exactly what he means. I should have known—the skull ring on the man’s hand. I knew it looked familiar. I’ve met Bones once. A very long time ago. “He’s a King,” I whisper more to myself.