Chapter 277


    Chapter Two Hundred Seventy-Seven


    Sephie


    The door opened once more. The two guys who grabbed us walked in first, followed by Salvadori,


    followed by Armando. Oh, he’s dead. They nced at Ivan, who had blood that was drying on his face,


    then looked to the two guys who had grabbed us. They just shrugged their shoulders like it wasn’t their


    fault.


    Sal walked toward me. The look on his face was difficult to read. He looked happy, but he also looked


    angry. “You, my dear. You can’t keep yourself from killing my men. That’s not verydy like of you,” he


    said as he ran a finger down the side of my face and my neck. I felt nauseous at his touch. I could feel


    Ivan’s anger, much the same way I could feel Adrik’s, but it wasn’t quite as strong of a feeling. But I


    didn’t need to look at him to know he was not happy that Sal was touching me.


    “Your men are anything but gentlemen toward me. Maybe if they weren’t constantly trying to harm me, I


    would be nicer to them,” I said, trying to move away from his hand as far as I could.


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    Salughed, turning to look at Armando. “You were right, Mando. She is a firecracker.”


    “What do you want with me?”


    “Well, my dear, it started out innocently enough. You were going to be the bait to draw out Ghost so we


    could ki ll him,” he said. I tensed at him mentioning Adrik. “But now that you’ve killed so many of my


    men, I can’t let that go unpunished. There’s the matter of my son, as well. You’ve made him look like a


    fo ol. You seem to be in my debt, you see,” Sal said. His fingers were still running down my neck. He


    caught the zipper of my shirt, unzipping it as far as it would go, which thankfully was only halfway


    down. He stood and stared at my bra for a moment, like it was the first time he’d seen a woman’s


    breasts.


    “Is this your first time seeing bo obs?” I asked. I didn’t expect him to p me, but he did. Hard. My head


    jerked to the side with the impact of his hand. Ivan threatened him, but Sal ignored him.


    “You do have a smart mo uth. You’ll learn to keep it shu t,” Sal said.


    “I told your idi ot son the same thing. School really wasn’t my thing. I’m probably not going to learn that


    anytime soon,” I said, looking at Sal with every ounce of hatred I could muster. His fist made contact


    with my face once more. This time, it was exactly like it had been in my dream. He punched me so hard


    that my chair tipped over backwards. I heard Ivan yell at him and I could hear him struggling in his


    chair. The two guys that grabbed us came over and set me back upright. “You punch like a weak old


    man,” I said as soon as I was upright once again. “I bet you can’t even get it up. How many di ck pills


    do you have to take to even have s ex?” Ivanughed loudly beside me, which caused Sal to focus his


    anger on Ivan instead of me. Sal punched Ivan, squarely across the jaw, but Ivan’s massive frame


    barely budged. He stayed quiet for a moment, looking at Sal. He turned his gaze to me, saying, “you


    were right. He punches like a weak old man.”


    “That’s enough!” Armando said sternly. He had been quiet since they walked in the room. He looked


    ufortable. Good. He should be ufortable. His time ising. “You’re not going to get


    anything for her if you wreck her face,” Armando said.


    So, Dario was right. Sal was nning on selling me to the highest bidder. My anger was a raging


    inferno inside, but that thought made meugh. This du mb f**k. Armando walked to stand next to Sal.


    He hadn’t looked me in the eyes since walking into the room, but he did once he stood next to Sal. The


    look of surprise on his face was evident. Clearly, my eyes were still dark. I held his gaze, letting even


    more of my angere to the surface, secretly hoping that my eyes would go still darker. I said, in


    Italian, “You’re both going to d ie. Slowly. Painfully.” I maintained eye contact with Armando until he


    looked away. He looked more nervous than when he’de into the room. Even Sal looked uncertain


    about what to say. They looked at each other and walked out of the room without another word.


    Once they were gone, ivan asked in Russian, “how’s your face, princess?”


    “I mean, it’s felt better, but I’m okay. Lucky that he really does punch like a weak girl.”


    Ivanughed. “What did you say to them?”


    “I told them they were both going to d ie slowly and painfully. I’m guessing by the look on Armando’s


    face, my eyes are still dark?” I asked, looking at Ivan.


    “Um, yeah. Every time you look at me, they get darker. They’re going to be ck by the time this is


    over with.”


    “Or I’m going to spontaneouslybust. It could go either way, really,” I said,ughing.


    “Judging by that interaction, I would guess Sal is in charge and Armando is going along with him for


    whatever reason. Maybe Sal has something over him?”


    “Yeah, but remember who Armando is sleeping with. I don’t think he’s as innocent as he’s trying to get


    us to believe. He only came to my defense because Sal beating me further would’ve meant a lower


    price for me. I’m done with him. There’s no getting out of this for him, as far as I’m concerned,” I said.


    “I agree. We might be able to y them off each other, though. If we can get them fighting each other, it


    might give us a chance to get out of here. You’re doing great, princess. I’m proud of you,” he said,


    winking at me.


    “I would not be doing this well if you weren’t here with me, Super Squish. You’re my favorite. Don’t tell


    the others.”