VEDA

I walked back to Luca's room with him. Not that I had a choice.

Shortly after he tried to—I gingerly touched my neck—fucking strangle me in the workout room, he breathed a deep sigh and helped me to my feet, his hands gentle, yet still trembling with anger as he guided me from the room.

My throat ached and tears dampened my cheeks and my head felt like it was in a fog. I've never had anyone hurt me like that, and I wasn't sure how to process it. As we walked through the house, my eyes darted back and forth, looking for the other guy who'd brought me...