Capone carried Sophia back to the villa on the island, instructing everyone to stay outside the room. Along the way, he wrapped her in his coat. Her clothes were in tatters, and he didn't want anyone to see even a glimpse of her exposed skin.
The moment Sophia's body touched the bed, she regained consciousness but kept her eyes shut. She didn't dare open them, unsure of who she might see or what terrifying situation she would face next.
But soon, she felt a pair of hands crawling over her body—strong, masculine hands pulling at the tattered remains of her dress. The feeling of being violated clung to her like a shadow, impossible to shake off.
She screamed, swatting away the hands, and abruptly sat up, causing a sharp pain to shoot through her dislocated shoulder, making her eyes well up with tears.
Capone was sitting at the edge of the bed, his brow furrowed as he watched her.
"Get away!" she shouted coldly and defensively.