I woke up to fingers stroking my hair, and I knew who it was even before I felt the cold metal of his rings against my forehead.
“You f****d up,” Matteo said quietly.
For a second I worried he was talking to me. Then I heard distant footsteps and realized someone else was here.
“She was gonna run.” That was Lucas. The little f*****g douche kabob.
“You told me to bring her here, and I did,” he continued. “If you wanted someone to hold her hand, then maybe you shouldn’t have sent me.”
“I sent you because I trusted you,” Matteo murmured. “I can see now that was a mistake.”
Lucas sucked in a sharp breath.
I mentally cheered. You tell him, Matteo.
In the short silence that followed, I attempted to get some sort of clue on where I was. I was lying on a mattr……
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