ween his thighs. His wrists are restrained to the headboard of
the floor-to-ceiling windows, but
ks efficiently, cleaning the hand bruises blooming along his inner thig
ical. "The bruising is extensive. Deep ti
is face away,
ouse. The memory of Enzo's brutal rhythm, the way he'd stretc
responded last night. Again. Reduced to
is swollen ankle. "Your leg needs elevation and
Julian's face. "I can also loosen th
gerly. "Yes, y
uffs slightly. "Okay I'll be right
the doctor leaves the room, he yanks hard.
accidentally kicks at the bedside table,
in, ignoring the pain in his wrists as
the doctor can return. If he could just get downstairs, maybe
levator, jabbing at the call b
tor is broken, when a black pa
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ingerprint scanners
rse he
shing footsteps echoes down the hallway. A few of Enzo's men,
e hallway, but a hand shoots out
th a loud thud, pain explodin
He hisses, clu
ly before he yanks him back up by the shoulder. "
ry out of his hol
rder. "Feisty one. Boss really likes picki
as soon as the
r's old gambling den. One of his father's drunken customers had corner
s father burst in. Instead of helping, his father had blamed h
in your value if you let yourself get touched like
p in terror. His breathing turns shallow and ragged. For a split second, he's
n change and laughs. "Lost
y before the last words can fully for
y around Julian's shoulder, then to the terrified, pale e
"Good morning, boss. Ca
e guard by the back of the neck and slams him face-first i
Enzo growls, a sound low enough t
trash, while the other men slowly back away from the Omega, hands raised nervously
still clutching to the bedsh
and throws him over his broad shoulder. Julian struggles weakly, b
s open, visibly relaxed to see Julian. His mouth opens to
tly withdrawn. The apo
happ
e'll deal with the incompetence
em, then nods quickly and exits, after d
o the bed and re-secures both
hly, before he sits on the edge of the bed,
him. His face is pale, chest rising and falling heavily. Ev
be there's more to the stubbor
eact like that? When the guard gr
utting down, though his voice sti
ou lock me up, you treat me like a prop
chest rise and fall with every deep inhale. At the way
ing a hand thr
e a prisoner when you stop
mething--say something--but then he stops himself. His
. What the fu
short of the door and pulls out
t now," Enzo says coldly into the phone.
for a reply and leaves the room,
ing the call, staring at the ceiling
be scared over what Enzo
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