Chapter 311

GENEVIEVE'S POV

“I didn't want to do this to you,” Matteo muttered, fastening a rope around my wrist and pulling it tight.

“Ouch!” I hissed, shutting my eyes as pain shot through my wrist, the metal chair I was tied to digging into my skin.

Matteo finished tying the knot before walking around to stand in front of me. “But you've been getting on my nerves,” he hissed. “In the worst way possible.”