Chapter 147

Chained to the wall, the bait Mafia  could do nothing. The man whistled, but Titus kept at it. He moved with the fluid grace of untamed savagery.

The bait Mafia  yelped, and Matilda  could have sworn the Blueblood heir flinched. She’d never heard a cry of pain from any of the Knights , yet as Titus sank back on his haunches, she saw where he’d struck—right atop the earlier wound in the bait Mafia ’s flank.

As if Titus knew where to hit to inflict the most agony. She knew they were intelligent, but how intelligent? The man whistled again, and a whip sounded. Titus just kept pacing in front of the bait Mafia , contemplating how he would strike. Not out of strategy. No, he wanted to savor it. To taunt.

A shiver of delight went down Leonard ’s spine. Riding a Mafia  like Titus, ripping apart her enemies with him …

“If you want him so badly,” Iskra whispered, and Matilda  realized she wa

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