Vinorca Jona POV

"I am going to make sure these pretty nails of yours are dug out from your fingers, if you keep scratching me,” Dante warned, his words punctuated with slight pauses.

I immediately froze, not wanting to anger him further. The pain was overwhelming my senses. Why did he have to be so heartless? I was bleeding from every part of my body as he threw me to the floor of the living room, injured from being dragged this far.

"Bunny, stand up," he ordered. I just blinked, my head spinning.

How could I possibly stand?

"You want me to help you stand?" Dante asked, his tone seething...