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“Nothing important.” I wave a hand and give him a tense smile. Well, it’salmostnot important. “Jacinta just likes to play on my nerves. Do you mind if we finish our talk later?”
The thing is, Jacinta is not a regular hostage. If she was any other Mexican girl, I would lock her in the basement or force her to do some dirty work for us—if I’d keep her alive at all. But I can’t treat the Mexican Princess like that, you know? She is a priceless tool of power, and by the time I decide to release her, Jacinta should be safe and sound.
So I’ve done all I can to make her life here as peaceful and pleasant as possible. The servants treat her with respect and fulfill her every wish—sometimes, I even feel like Jacinta receives better treatment than most of our men that visit Riccardo’s mansion. Delicious food, a huge collection of books, movies, and magazines, a hot tub, and a whole park right outside of the mansion—it’s better than any hotel she’d ever visited.
But no matter what, that goddamn girl keeps trying to escape!
As we rush down the stairs to the entrance, Alberto explains to me that, despite the gloomy weather, Jacinta spent the whole morning in a garden alcove, reading a book. She kept sending the servants and even her guards to get her a blanket, a cup of coffee, or more cookies—until everyone got so distracted with her orders that they didn’t notice that she had disappeared.
“Marco has traced her to the forest, but it seems that Señorita Jacinta is too ferocious to handle,” Alberto finishes in one breath on the doorstep of the mansion, and I only nod at him and take off in the direction of the forest.
Goddamnit. How come two trained guards can’t handle one eighteen-year-old girl?
Anger and annoyance keep building up in my chest, and I tighten my fists when I finally notice a few figures between the scattered trees of the park. It’s easy to spot Jacinta in her beige hoodie and with her black hair loose in the wind. She truly looks ferocious as she backs away from Marco and Hector and holds her arm between them with a…what is that?
I focus on her hand as I come closer and realize that it’s a pointed mirror shard. Jacinta has broken her damn mirror to get here—and judging by the way Marco holds onto his bleeding shoulder, it’s not a bad weapon. I can’t help but chuckle as I join the scene in front of me. That girl is truly something.
“Don’t touch me!” Jacinta screams and slashes the air when Hector attempts to step closer. She’s out of breath and shaking but too determined to give up. “I want to leave!”
“And where are you gonna go?” I ask, and Jacinta turns to me with a gasp and immediately holds out her weapon.
“I’ll find my own life, and you can’t stop me!” She glares at me, and I can’t help but adore her features for a moment.
Her cheeks are pink, her eyes are wide, and her lips are parted around heavy breathing. If it wasn’t for the situation I’d think she was aroused, and the thought sends a jolt of heat through me. Well, shit. I guess it’s been too long since I had sex, especially with a girl as gorgeous as Jacinta.
“Can’t I?” I quirk an eyebrow and demonstratively pull out a gun. I’ve forbidden her guards to use them in her presence which is probably why Jacinta feels so comfortable fighting them. I didn’t want them to accidentally hurt her, and it seems she knows as much.
Jacinta eyes my gun for a few seconds, but she doesn’t lower her arm and only takes a cautious step back. “You aren’t gonna use it.”
“Why do you think so?”
She looks me in the eyes, pretending to be confident even with her whole body quivering from tension. “Because you know what my father is gonna do if you hurt me.”
It’s true, but I can’t let her know that, so I chuckle and shrug. “But maybe it will make him think twice before hurtingmypeople.”
I raise my gun just to scare her a little—but instead of surrendering, Jacinta suddenly swings her shard at me and takes off into the park. It’s not a bad choice either. All three of us are trained killers while Jacinta clearly has more experience in lounging in her bed than running through the forest.
Just a few seconds later Jacinta slips on the moist grass, but I catch her at the last moment. She immediately curses and tries to push me away, but Hector catches her arms, Marco takes out a piece of rope, and a couple of minutes later Jacinta is on the ground with her wrists and ankles tied up.
She glares at me when I step closer. “I am not going anywhere.”
“As expected.” I huff with a chuckle and grab Jacinta under her arms, forcing her to stand up.
Her eyes widen when I wrap my arms around her middle, and she shrieks and tries to jump away from me—but I’m stronger than her. I grab her waist and lift her off the ground, pushing her over my shoulder.
“No! Put me down, you asshole!” Jacinta immediately starts thrashing and kicking around, making it twice as hard to hold her. “If you drop me, I’ll kill you. I swear to god, I’ll kill you!”
“If you don’t want me to drop you, stop trying to get out,” I grunt when she almost kicks me and slap her thigh, making Jacinta let out a high-pitched noise that sounds like anger and embarrassment. I kinda like it, so I do it again, and Jacinta hits my back with her elbows in response.
“Goddamnit, can’t you calm down?” I stop to readjust her on my shoulder, and Jacinta freezes as if genuinely scared that I’m gonna drop her. “Don’t make me force you.”
“Oh, and what are you gonna do? You can’t hurt me.”
Jacinta sounds too confident even in her position, and it sends a wave of warmth through me. The teasing implication of her question and the soft curves of her body in my hands make my mind fuzzy with the image ofwhatI could do to her.
“I don’t need to hurt you in order to torture you.” I slap her again and grip her tighter, continuing on my way to the mansion.
It’s hard to say if Jacinta understands what I mean. She goes quiet for a few seconds as if contemplating my words, and eventually she curses me loudly and threatens to kick me, but she never does. All the way back to the mansion, Jacinta doesn’t kick me again, so it seems that my threat worked—but I wish it hadn’t.
