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Benvolio narrowed his eyes. “Let me put it to you in a way you will understand. You agree to come with me now or accept the alternative.”
My hopes rose. Alternative?”
“The alternative is a bullet between your father’s eyes because that is the only other option for repaying his debt to my father.”
Benvolio and Gaetano stood. Both pulled guns and I felt all the blood drain from my face.
When Benvolio lifted his and aimed it at my father's head, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that the man would follow through on the threat.
I knew when I was beaten and stood. “Langley, please fetch my suitcase.”
He nodded and left the deck.
“I’ll go with you, but you will live to regret owning me, that I will promise.”
“I would be disappointed if you didn’t fight me, but be careful, I can also make your life a living hell.”
Chapter Three
BENVOLIO
I watched as Nikita was placed onto her feet after being carried downstairs by one of Elijah's men. The obscenities I'd heard for the last minutes made it clear she wasn't happy. When she came into view, she was fighting against her captor like an out-of-control wildcat. Gaetano and I exchanged a look and his lips quirked in a smirk.
It was obvious Nikita was not going to accept her destiny willingly, but I would make her see she had no choice, even if it meant breaking her. But did I want a meek woman I could bend to my will until she was ensconced at the strip club, or did I want the angry wildcat in front of me? Her eyes blazed with defiance and fire as she raged.
While her father had words with her, I took the opportunity to observe the woman who was now mine. She was tiny and would barely reach my shoulders even in heels. The skimpy—very skimpy cut-off denim shorts she wore, along with a strapless scrap of material wrapped around her chest, did not leave much to the imagination.
Nikita was slender, with not enough tits for my liking, and even though petite, her toned legs were long. Dark, almost black wavy hair hung down past her waist and dark eyes were flecked with gold, making it look like there really was fire blazing in the orbs. When she turned around and revealed half her arse hanging out of her shorts, I almost swallowed my fucking tongue.
After indulging her tantrum for longer than I normally would have, I stood. Ashe made the introductions and Nikita, and I exchanged words. Although I was impressed by the fact she didn’t show fear—I had no doubt she would have known of my power and the famiglia I headed—I was tired of the theatrics.
When I threatened to dispense with her father and she paled and backed down, I was almost disappointed.
Nikita was hugged by her father and resigned to the fact she had no choice but to accompany us, she picked up her suitcase and followed us out to the car. Gaetano took the case from her hands and placed it into the boot. We climbed into the front seats and Nikita slid into the back. Her father requested she stay in touch and Gaetano and I both grinned at her response—"Get fucked."
***
Gaetano drove the car into the garage and switched off the motor, leaving only the sound of soft ticking as it cooled.
My friend and I left the car as the garage door closed, but Nikita hadn't moved, so I opened her door like a gentleman. She remained where she was, arms crossed over her chest. From the corner of my eye, I saw Gaetano watching with amusement, no doubt curious at how I would respond.
I had never considered myself violent when it came to women, unless they were enemies out to destroy me, but this bitch was pushing buttons and red lights were flashing in my head. If I didn't take the matter in hand, I knew Nikita would undermine my authority causing me embarrassment and humiliation. I was beginning to question if she was right in what she'd said earlier, and she was going to make my life a living hell. It certainly seemed she was heading in that direction.
Reaching inside the car, I grabbed her by the upper arm, unclipped the seatbelt, and manhandled her out.
“Take your fucking hand off me. I’ll report you to the police for abuse…fucking arsehole.”
She attempted to pull free, but I took hold of both upper arms and crouched so my eyes met hers.
“I will say this only once so listen very carefully. The foul mouth language and threats against me stop now or I will take you over my knee and spank your arse until it glows. You won’t be able to sit down for a week when I’m done.”
Nikita opened her mouth, no doubt to hurl more abuse in my direction, but when I growled, she snapped her lips shut. “We will be married here in three days and until then, you will be polite to my family, friends, and…” I leaned closer and spoke in her ear. “Me.”
“Fat chance.”
"Nikita, I am not playing games. Your father obviously pandered to your spoiled brat ways...I will not. Now, you will come upstairs with me, shower, and change into something acceptable. You will be meeting my parents at lunch and from this point forward, you will look and act like the wife of the man who is head of the Abruzzenesa famiglia."
I released her arms and extended a hand, indicating the door leading from the garage into the house. Gaetano had collected Nikita's suitcase from the boot of the car and stood with the door open.
