Roman was in the basement. He had left Rose sleeping, as he just couldn’t wait to deal with Scarlett.
He looked at the woman, disgust evident in his eyes. To think she had once been a dear friend, he couldn’t believe he had never seen this side of her.
Her eyes were closed, and she breathed loudly, as if she were trying hard not to sob. Every few seconds, she twitched involuntarily. Her once fair skin was marred black and blue.
His men knew better than to touch a woman he considered his enemy. So, while they had not r***d her, they had tortured her enough to make her lose her composure, but not enough to render her insane – much less kill her. They truly understood the assignment.
“Open your eyes,” he drawled dispassionately.
She did so eagerly. Her wide eyes, which were once inn
