Emily watched the maids offload her belongings and arrange the room, putting on fresh linens and fresh-cut lilies. Within minutes, the master suite of the Torredo penthouse had been completely transformed.
Tony had spared no expense in moving her back to the penthouse, but the luxury silk bed covers and plush rugs were nothing more than a distraction. He had reinforced the windows with bulletproof polycarbonate that didn't open, and installed biometric locks on the doors that recognized only his thumbprint for exit.
She was completely isolated; no one was allowed to go inside the suite, and all contact with the outside world was strictly forbidden.
Tony strutted in with a tight, triumphant smile. "You should get some rest. Dinner will be served soon." He walked over and placed a heavy hand on her stomach. "We don't want this little one in distress, now do we?"
