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my phone for any messages. It was a typical Wednesday morning, w

by the curb. The tinted windows made it impossible to see

in suits stepped out. They were big and

said, his voice firm and comma

ried to run, but the men were too quick. They grabbed me, ho

no use. I was thrown into the vehic

of the coffee shop disappearing into the distance. I wa

me, their faces expressionless. I tri

city that the SUV finally stopped. The door open

ith manicured lawns and a sprawling mansion. I

tanding on the balcony. He was tall and imposing, w

as our eyes met. I knew, in that m

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tumbling on the gravel driveway. The men in

ing a grand foyer with a sweeping staircase. The interior was opulent, wit

lined with doors. We stopped in front of a set of dou

ntently on me. He was even more imposing up close, wi

his voice low and smooth.

throat. Marco's gaze seemed to bore into my

grip on my arms, and I stumbled

t from me?" I ma

h, Emilia. You're going to be staying here with me

ized the true nature of my captivity. I wa

ing there that gave me pause. A flicker of

ugh to make me wonder if there was m