196 | Vortex Of Horror

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘

It would have taken a special kind of stupid for Zoloft not to hear the animosity in my voice.

I tugged at the ropes around my wrists, testing them. His gaze flitted down to the movement then back up to meet mine. "Willing or not, her body, her pussy, it belonged to me long before you decided to piss all over my property, trying to make your goddamn mark."

"She's never been yours."

"Oh, I beg to differ, Bologna heir."

I groaned. "For God's sake. Stop with the heir thing already."

"Since you're the one currently tied to a chair, I reckon I can call you whatever the fuck I want."

I snorted. "Sure. Whatever. Call me Rapunzel, for all I care. Just as long as you let my sister and Anna go."

"Her name is Jane Doe."

"Nope. Her name is Rachel. But I guess you already knew that."