Captured

“Winona Greene, we meet again.” Dante cocked his head to the side. “Or, is it Azalea Blake?” My lips parted in surprise as I peered between the large man filling the space beside me and the one struggling to get back onto his feet. “W...What—How?” “Tune down the fake damsel in distress look, sunshine,” he bit out. “You know fucking well how I did that. You also know I can crush his skull without straining a muscle.” “You, he…” my eyes swiveled back to Red Roy as he cried out in pain. Dante literally threw him like he weighed nothing at all. Not a damn thing. “Why are you here?” “You know why I’m here,” he snarled, his gaze flicking to my exposed chest. “Azalea.” My hand flew up and I pulled the front of my shirt closed where Red Roy tore it. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” “Oh, really?” Dante planted a hand on either side of me against the wall, crowding me. “Who the fuck are you working for?” “What?” My eyes widened and I shook my head. “You know where I work.” “Who’s you