Chapter 381

• Rosa’s POV
• My wrists ached badly from the right restraints and the sharo bite of metal cuffs dug into my skin as the plane ricked slightly in the air. My mouth was dry, my throat sore from screaming every curse I knew at the smug bastard sitting just a few feet away.
• He sat across from me, legs spread like he owned the fucking world, a glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers. His dark eyes flicked to me every now and then, full of amusement, like he was waiting for me to burn myself out. I stared back at him with nothing but pure hatred.