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CADEN MORETTI:

"When a person tells you that you hurt them, you don't get to decide that you didn't."

"What the fuck you asshole!"

I chuckled humorlessly while twirling the point of my stake knife against the wooden table underneath me, leaving a small hole along its top. My sister's high-pitched voice bounced along the walls; ringing out through the large room. My men turned their head to the source while Shadow cringed over dramatically.

"Ding dong the bitch is back." He mumbled with an eye roll. I smirked before turning to Chiara. She stood with a stressed emotion washing over her face and her arms crossed.

"What?" I deadpanned before twirling the knife on the tabletop once again.

"What?!" She started furiously. "'What' is the way you've been treating Amber! What's wrong with you?!" She cried out while her face grew bright red.

My men turned to look at me, waiting for my response to her outbreak. I just narrowed my eyes at her.

She does this every time anyone comes to stay at this mansion. She doesn't care if they are a victim, partner, or client of mine—she always gets attached and craves the need to defend them.

"What do you care?" I sneered slightly at her.

All the men turned their heads simultaneously to test her reaction. "I've just met her and-"

"Yeah, you've just met her." I snapped as I stabbed the table with a knife. The wood split unforgivingly as the silver blade plunged deep. The handle was the only thing left showing as my cold gaze met hers. "What gives you the right to jump on her side?"

She scowled. "You shouldn't treat anyone" She put emphasis on the word. "like that. She's frightened and-and she's. . .scared!"

I smirked at her as she said those words. Quite an ego boost was that. She took noticed and scrunched her face in disgust.

"Uh! You're just..."

"Just what?" I spit. The men were still quiet as they watched our exchange.

"You're a bully. To her and to all these men around you. They know it and I-"

Before she could finish her demeaning rant that would make me look bad in front of my respecting men I ripped the knife clean out of the table. As fast as you could blink I hurled the knife towards her. My intentions are never to hurt my sister—just to keep her in her place. The knife barely skimmed past her shoulder-length hair before splintering into the wall by her. It stabbed with a thud and her breath hitched.

"Do not talk to me that way—ever." I hissed while her eyes widened.

"Look," she started with her hands up. "I just met her, I know, but she's a sweet girl in all honesty. It wouldn't kill you to treat her a little better than you would a mass-murderer."

I clenched my hand around the table's edge before releasing a breath. "You know who she's related to." I gritted out, red staining my vision as I thought about her father. "She comes from scum so she should be treated that way."

She rolled her eyes. "You can't seriously blame the girl for who she's related to! Are you crazy?! It's not her fault and you know it—you're just looking for someone to blame."

I felt Dylan shudder to the left of me. I turned my head slightly. She really wanted to bring this up now.

"You know this is isn't just about her torture, Chiara. She has information that can help-"

"How do you know that?!" She interrupted making me boil in rage.

"Stop interrupting me!" I roared, making her cower away slightly. None the less, she shut her trap. I released a shaky breath as I closed my eyes. "She knows about the information—trust me."

She just shook her head disapprovingly. "You made her cry." She whispered in a barley audible tone.

For a second I felt my lips part slightly and my eyebrows furrow but quickly regained my composure. I smirked -showing a few teeth- and laughed if off.

"Good. With what that bitch has pulled in just one day she's lucky all she did was shed a few tears."

"Dinner is over," I spoke assertively. "be on your posts by six o clock sharp, I want the arsenal checked, I want my clients to have their dues paid tomorrow—if not, send Shadow out. I also want the foyer cleaned up and your suits free of wrinkles, this is a professional business, don't treat it like a frat house."

With that, the men simultaneously yelled a 'Yes Sir' before getting up and rushing around with plates and silverware. Shadow was already gone when I looked over to his empty chair. I turned to Dylan who was staring off at something across the room. His eyes were wide and he was plying with his fingers absentmindedly. I cleared my throat obnoxiously before he turned to me, frazzled.

"Dylan, walk Chiara back to her room. Make sure she stays there—I don't want her wandering off near Amber."

Dylan's cheeks flushed slightly and I rose my eyebrows. He coughed out a 'sure thing' before rushing over to my sister who stood giving me an angry glare.

She overreacts over everything.

I just stood up as Dylan placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her.

I groaned out loud when the room became silent and deserted, pondering over the events this day held.

That bitch has been here one day and fuck her for already stirring up trouble in my household.

• • • • • • •

AMBER RAIN:

The gorgeous blue silk of the gown pulled at my feet as I tore it off of me. I didn't want to have to face anything that would remain me of this terrible night.

I kicked it away to the corner of the bedroom and turned to look at the large body mirror against the nearest wall. My skin was rubbed red on the right side of my body from when Shadow threw me into the street roughly. My eyes were swollen with the aftermath of tears and had bags seeping underneath of them. The middle of my stomach had a large scar from when I was little running across it, the skin darker than my paler complexion. My cheeks were flushed and my skin supported goosebumps along the top as chilly air spread throughout me.

I sighed before walking over the dresser. Inside I was surprised to find that there was sweatpants, big shirts, and fuzzy pairs of matching socks. Below that there was pants and underwear. It kept going until I realized Chiara must've stocked my room with clothes. (As she mentioned she had been required to go shopping for me before my 'welcoming visit')

I pulled out some gray sweatpants and a large white T-shirt. I covered my freezing toes with some socks and pulled my curly hair into a messy bun. My eyes were starting to feel heavy and I knew I would have to sleep in this room. I rushed to the bathroom. I cleaned my makeup off with a wash cloth and soap and brushed my teeth once again.

This all felt too normal: The gorgeous bedroom, comfy clothes, bathroom necessities, and quiet house. I knew it was just an illusion masked behind the cold truth of what happened to me.

I made my way to the inviting bed, ready to crawl under the fluffy comforter and rub my worn-out body against the silky sheets.

Right as my mind started to shift between consciousness and asleep there was a quiet knock at my door.

I released a breath through my nostrils before shaking the covers off of me in a childish way.

"Whoever this is," I started with a annoyed tone as I pulled open the wooden door roughly. "better have had a damn good excuse-"

I stopped breathing. My rant was cut short as I took in the site in front of me.

Hooded eyes met my widened ones. I backed away slowly as he took in my sloppy attire. His face stretching into one of malice or amusement. His large hands stopped the doors as I tried to push them shut.

He pushed the door hard enough to where I stumbled back as he entered the room in a large stride.

"Get. Away. From me." I hissed.

He chuckled before slamming the door—encasing us in the dark chamber.

For a moment everything ran still. The only sound I could hear was the blood pumping through my skull and my heartbeat rising erratically.

I held his warm breath seep into my ear as his lips pressed against the shell of it.

"No." Caden whispered.

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