Sneak Peek at Brutal Vows
Day twenty-nine of Vitali DeLuca completely ignoring me. I’m a prisoner here in his giant-ass mansion with more activities to partake in than a world-class resort, and yet I long to go outside the walls that surround me. I miss my friends. My family. My life.
I do not, however, miss my brother.
That fucker can rot in hell.
He’s the entire reason I’m in this mess in the first place. Whatever he did to cross DeLuca now falls on my shoulders instead of his. Something I’ve become used to over the years. When I was growing up, everything was laid on my back. I carried the weight of his wrongdoings, but none of them had ever gotten me kidnapped and held hostage.
Until now.
I watch from behind the curtain of my room’s balcony as the Italian playboy sticks his face in some chick’s tits. Another weekend, another pool party where he’s invited the entirety of Miami to come and experience his rich elitism.
Everyone but me.
I’m Rapunzel, stuck up in her tower, waiting for her hair to grow long enough to escape.
Except there is no escape. I’ve tried and failed.
There is a part of me, just a sliver, which wants to rebel against him. March down there in nothing but a bikini, which I don’t have, and show him that I’m not some cowardice damsel, which I am.
This isn’t a story about how a girl saves herself from the beast or how she slays the dragon.
Nope. This is about a girl who does exactly what she’s told, too afraid of what her family might do if she rebels. There are worse places to be than locked up in this tower, and there are scarier people in the world than Vitali DeLuca.
But as Vitali’s gaze meets mine from down below, his devilish lips tipping into a dark smirk, I wonder if that is true or if there is more to him than meets the eye.
A devil in a three-piece suit.