The three of us curled up on the cold cement floor, trying to stay warm. It was nearly impossible. I was numb but I don't think it was from the cold.

I was going to die tonight and the last thing I said to Patrick was his name. And the last thing he said to me was, don't touch a single hair on her head. I knew I shouldn't be upset. He couldn't say it in our own home, in our room, when we were alone. How could he say it in front of a man that was trying to weaken him by stealing his weakness?

"If we survive this, I'm going to take you to dinner," Nickola murmured, now leaning closer to Zoey than me.

"Hey, if we survive this, I might even say yes," she teased, nuzzling against his chest.

I smiled at them, envious that they could see the future. I couldn't. All I saw was a dark hole that nothing could fill.

Light escaped through the crack in the door as it opened. My heart started to pound as hope filled my body. Was it Patrick coming to save me? Save us.

It wasn't. It was Philip.

"Get up," he ordered, blocking out the rest of the light with his huge body.

I moved slightly, feeling Nickola's grip tighten instantly.

"It's okay, Nickola," I tried to reassure him.

His grip didn't loosen.

"Don't go, Lizzy," Zoey begged me.

They were both too tired to really fight.

"Come on," Philip groaned before I felt hands snatch my arms.

"No, Lizzy!" Zoey and Nickola yelled in unison.

I went willingly, not wanting them to relitate and hurt Nickola and Zoey. Not that Philip was very nice about it. My feet barely supported me but instead, were dragged along the rocky cement floor. I winced as each tiny rock cut my skin, making my feet burn in pain.

"Let go of me," I growled, shaking my shoulders, "I'll come willingly."

Snickers erupted all around me before I realized we weren't alone. The other three guys from before were now with us but Drago was no where to be seen.

"I bet she comes willingly," the youngest one joked with a sick little smirk on his face.

"I wonder how fast it takes," another one said, looking me up and down.

My heart started to pound as my cheeks heated in embarrassment at what they were talking about. How could men say such things to a woman they know was married?

"I'll have her screaming for the heavens in no time, what do you say?" Philip purred against my neck.

I cringed, trying to pull away.

"Come on, share her around," one groaned before I was pushed.

Arms came around my waste as the smell of sweat filled my nose. They were worst than chains. One crossed my entire body, from under my arm, to my hip and across to my thigh.

"God, doesn't she smell great?" He growled against my cheek, "I bet Maestri can get off just by smelling her."

Tears started to fill my eyes from the suffocating looks. How could people do this for a living? Be the idol of wet dreams for every man in the city.

"Maybe if she took some of those layers off," another one snickered.

"Yeah, darling. How about you take that jacket off?" The one that had me asked, opening it up for himself.

"Stop, stop!" I screamed, squirming in his grip.

Laughter filled my ears as they enjoyed my struggle, my fight. One arm held me to his body the other continued to try and pull off my jacket.

"Gentlemen," Sebastian called, silencing them almost instantly, "she's ten times richer than all the girls you lot screw combined. She's to be treated with respect."

He snatch my arm and pulled me out of the man's grip. I stumbled for my footing, my body crippling with the anger I felt towards him. He tells them to treat me with respect when he had no worries with threatening my life and Patrick's life.

"She's only to mix with blue blood," he ordered, squeezing my hip.

"I only mix with my husband," I spat in his face, "you're nothing."

His face hardened and his hand let go of me. The ground beneath my feet disappeared as a fire burnt across my cheek. The cement broke my fall, shaking my body. My palms and legs burned from the cuts made by the tiny rocks and ached from the sudden stop.

"You might look like a queen but you have a woe's mouth," he growled, walking around me.

I had become a whole different prey than I had for Patrick. Patrick had looked upon me as something to control, something he needed to understand, over come. Sebastian wanted to rip me to shreds with his teeth.

"Get up," he ordered, "before I give you back to the boys and have you treated like the bitch you really are."

I gasped, surprised by his treatment. I had never been spoken to like this in my life. And that included how Patrick spoke to me when we were first married.

Scrambling to my feet I found I was surprised by another reason. He was the first person not to see me as a queen. He didn't see what the others saw. And that made me furious. To hell with him. I wasn't going to try this hard to become the queen that everyone wanted me to be just to be beaten down like any other bitch out there. I couldn't take this lying down. I just needed a better plan than to wait for Patrick.

Hell. When your heroes can't save you, it's time to be brave yourself.

"Come," Sebastian ordered, gesturing towards the table.

I nodded, assessing my grazed palms before limping towards the table.

"Your a monster," I growled, my body growing weaker by the second as it ached when I sat down, "you will kill innocent people for what you want."

He shrugged, like he didn't even care, "people said that about Hitler."

"Hitler was an idiot -."

"He was a visionary," Sebastian spat, "did you know? Before World War Two, Hitler was considered one of the greatest men alive. He got Germany out of the Depression."

"He ordered the death of millions of people," I cried, shaking my head, horrified.

New plan.

"I will sell you my businesses, Patrick too. We will leave the country and never bother you again."

I hated myself a little for giving in so easily. But I was running out of options. It was the only way I saw that didn't involve both of us dying.

"Wow, what would your father say if he saw you now? Begging like a slut in the streets," he growled, looking at me like I was nothing but dirt on his boot, "what would Patrick say? I don't think he would be interested in a weak wife."

I didn't argue with him. He was right. He had admitted it himself. But I was trying to say alive.

"Anyway, Patrick would never agree to that. He's a Maestri and Maestris, don't, run," he told me, "besides. This is more Romantic. Like Romeo and Juliet."

I rolled my eyes not believing he could compare this situation to Shakespeare.

"Romeo and Juliet killed themselves to be together. They were never forced into it by a psychopath," I spat.

He only chuckled, sitting back in his chair. He liked it that I was weak. He could let his guard down. That could work to my advantage.

"Philip! Go make sure everyone is in place," Sebastian ordered, not looking at the boys behind me.

Everyone? There was more than five. Patrick wouldn't be able to get through the door without being shot. I needed to do something now.

I dropped my head in my hands and pretended to whimper. Drago seemed like a sucker for a damsel in destress. And almost instantly he moaned and made a move to my side of the table.

"Don't worry my darling," he purred, patting my head, "you might be able to see him in the afterlife. Provided he doesn't go to hell and you go to heaven. Let's all be honest here."

I forced my fake cries to grow louder as my anger seized my body. He started to hum in a way of soothing me but it only made it worse.

Do it, do it now! My inner-self screamed.

I dug my elbow into his crotch as hard as I could. Drago cry was a good sign and I saw my chance for freedom as soon as Drago's hands had left me. He blocked my chair from moving but my determination only grew. I squeezed my hips between the gap half shocked that I was able to. My heart was a rocket in my chest, going to blow at any second.

Get to the door, get to the -

"No, no!" I screamed as arms came around me once again.

"You little bitch!" Drago roared, in my ear as I fought hopelessly against his grip, "time to treat you like one."

I was thrown against the table, bent over on the edge. Screams escaped my lungs as my arms were locked behind my back. His hard pelvis was pressed against my ass making my eyes squeeze shut.

This wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening.

He pushed his knee between my legs, forcing them to spread. I tried to push myself up from the table but his hand held me down.

"I was going to play nice with you. But you have pushed me to breaking point. Now it's time for fun," he growled between his teeth, as tears fell from my eyes, "I'm going to have my way with you. I'm going to enjoy every one of your dirty little holes till you know exactly why women were put on this earth."

Loud, scared whimpered convulsed from my body and wouldn't stop. His knees spread my legs wider. His hands clamped mine. His zipper went down.

"Hey!"

I froze. Sebastian stopped. Time slowed down.

My head tilted a little to see if it was really true.

Patrick.

He stood between two strips of flapping plastic like an angel from heaven, sent to recuse me. I had never seen his eyes so dark and cold and his face so hard. His knuckles went white at how hard he was holding the gun, pointing straight at Sebastian.

"Get the hell away from my wife."