Chapter 70 Left To Rot

• [CAMI]
• Long after Zeke has delivered his open threat, I’m still sitting at the table, eyeing the wedding food on my plate. Every item on it is a delicacy but my appetite has not returned. Even the thought of swallowing a spoonful makes me gag. Since nearly getting my throat slit, I’ve only survived on liquid food, and junk of all kinds—chips, chocolate. Marco has been more than eager to bring all of it to me, much to Zeke’s disapproval. There’s something new I’ve learned about him—he hates chocolate.
• Now he stands with his back to me, his suit jacket off, the muscles of his back rippling beneath that white shirt like a fucking invitation. I stare shamelessly at his ass. Now that’s something I could eat.