Chapter 4: The Devil's Bed

"Two months," he says, and drops me onto his bed. "Give me an heir, or I send you back to your father — in a box." I land in black silk. I scramble backward until my spine hits the headboard, dragging the shredded side of my dress closed with both fists. He unbuckles his belt. That's the moment my body finally understands what my brain has been screaming for six hours. I am about to be used by the most dangerous man in Chicago, and there is no door, no lock, no God, and no father coming. "Wait,"...