As I pull the knife from my side, I rush to the front entrance of the house. Damien sees me, rushes towards me, wrapping my arm around his neck.
“Help me carry Devious.” He yells at the other soldiers. Another soldier stands on the other side of me and I hold onto his shoulder.
“Take me home. Call the doctor once we’re in the car.”
The soldiers pile into the car and we head home. Once I’m there, Damien helps me up to the master bedroom and I stretch out on the bed. Blood drenches my black shirt and pants. Doctor Taylor hurries into the room with her stethoscope around her neck and a black bag in her hand. She’s been our famiglia doctor for years now. Her black corkscrew hair is in a high ponytail and yoga pants hugs her thin thighs and legs.
“I came as fast as I could,” she says, getting out a pair of scissors, cutting up my shirt, and examining the wound. “The cut is not deep enough to pierce an organ, but you will need stitches,” she says, rummaging through her bag, then taking out a cream, rubbing it on the wound. The pain stops after a few minutes then it numbs. She takes out a thread and needle, sewing my skin together, then she sprays alcohol onto the wound, placing a gauze and tape on it.
“I’ll be back in a few weeks to check on your wound.”
The minute she’s out of ear shot, Damien asks, “What the hell happened?” He thrust his thick fingers through his chestnut hair. “A woman stabbed me,” I tell him. “Go get Roselyn.”
Ten minutes later, Roselyn shows up to my side and she crunches up her button nose, eyeing my wound.
Rolling her eyes, she turns up her nose. “Why am I here?”
Her white shirt is covered in pink paint and her hair is into a messy bun. I told Marla to buy Roselyn art stuff so she wouldn’t be bored.
“You’re going to serve me, pet.”
She scoffs, rolling her eyes. This is me testing her again to see if she’s going to betray me or be an obedient wife.
“Does it mean I’ll be out the god awful cell?”
I nod. “I need help dressing.”
“Fine,” she bites out.
“Help me out of my pants, nurse Roselyn.”
I stand up from the bed. Smirking, I watch her as she unbuttons my pants, yanking it down to my ankles.
“Grab my pajama pants out the drawer.”
Slowly, she walks towards the drawer, pulling out my plaid pajamas, tossing it at my chest. She watches me as I slide my pants over my hips. When we both climb into bed, she bites her lips, fighting a moan. She hugs the pillow so hard as if she might burst into tears. It has been awhile since she slept in a real bed. Damn, I want to fuck her again, but I’m too tired. This day has been long. She glares as if I’m about to attack her. I yank her close to my chest. Her tiny body grows stiff as a board.
“Relax, Roselyn. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You can’t abuse me any more than you already have,” she snaps, yawning. I don’t know why I decided to cuddle with her. Maybe I miss having a warm body to lay next to every night. Either way, it feels good to have her lying next to me. I need to put my guard up and watch myself around her.
Roselyn
I STIR FROM MY SLEEP and blink back at the brightness from the sun, peaking from the navy curtains. I glance around the room and Devious is not lying next to me. Bringing my knees to my chest, I think about last night. The way Devious holds me, makes me think it’s possible for us to have a future together. I never had a man to hold me and the thought of him showing me affection scares me because I know I can be swayed to back out of my plan. This is the perfect opportunity to get inside of his head to earn his trust. I glance at the piece of paper on the nightstand, so I grab it then I read it.
Wear the clothes I picked out, eat breakfast, explore the manor, do not go into my study. I’ll be home before dinner.
D
Shaking my head, I toss the blanket off myself and eye the clothing lying across the black lounge chair. I put on the brown blouse and white leggings, then I head downstairs. I sit at the breakfast nook as my plate of food is delivered to me and I eat in silence, watching the trees in the backyard sway, thinking about how I’m going to get on Devious’s good side. Mulling over how I’m going to earn his trust. After I finish eating, the same maid who brought me my meals when I was in the cell, gathers my dirty dish and sticks it in the dish washer. I hop off the stool without acknowledging her and I walk up to the first level of the manor. The manor is huge. There are three large living rooms, another room filled with statues, two libraries, then in the west wing there is several rooms. I’m assuming some of them belonged to the staff. I move to another room which appears to be a storage room and I hit the light switch. A light coat of dust is on chairs and boxes. I open a worn box and pick up a picture of Devious and Villainous and their parents. Their mother had blonde hair and green eyes and their father was hot, like really hot. His hair was dark and his skin tone olive. Devious is a spitting image of Draco. Then I pick up another
