Page 47 of Savage Don

Making sure I keep my back turned to him, I can’t help but smile. Good. This means I can trust Francesca to be honest with me. She wasn’t lying. Hell, she wasn’t even stretching the truth.

She just wants out of this hellhole.

“Well, that’s not good news,” I mumble. Taking my phone from my pocket, I text Maksim to send in a crew of a half dozen men. “I just sent for some of my people. They’ll come collect evidence. I hope you don’t mind.”

As if he has a choice.

Still, Silvio hesitates to answer, because he knows he’ll have to face Domenic’s wrath, no matter what he chooses.

“I’ll let the boy out front know to let them in,” he sighs.

My smile only grows as I hear him turn around and step back out into the hallway.

Just like that, I’m all alone in Francesca’s room. What a racket I’m running. What a thrill. Her scent is everywhere.

I just want to dive under her pile of clothes and take it all in, but I know I have the real thing waiting for me at home.

When I stand up, I have to adjust my pants in a desperate attempt to hide the massive bulge growing below my waist.

Thankfully, I’m alone for long enough that I manage to get it relatively out of sight before I hear the quick footsteps of my approaching men.

“What do you want us to take?” Is the first question I’m asked.

“The entirety of what’s in that closet,” I order. Then, I spot the half-open door to the bathroom. “And everything in there.”

Just like that, my men get to work, collecting all that I need to make my fake hostage feel at home.

Still, even as I search my mind for the excuse I’m going to use on Domenico for all of this, I can’t help but wander back into that shower.

Francesca will still be naked. There’s no way she’s putting those old, sticky clothes back on. Fuck. I can see her tight little body sitting on the edge of that big bed now. Her perky tits bouncing ever so softly as she twiddles her thumbs and thinks of what to do next.

“Are you sure all of that is necessary?” Silvio asks, when he finally catches up to the action.

“I’m afraid so,” I nod, scanning the room for whatever else Francesca might desire.

She already had her laptop in the backpack that I managed to drag out of that frat house, same with a few textbooks. So, there’s no need to look for any of those items. Hopefully, she’s hidden the rest of them well enough to keep her father from finding them.

If she hasn’t, then that could mean real trouble. If Domenico gets a sniff of what’s actually happening, then everything could go off the rails.

I’ll have to ask Francesca where she keeps her other school supplies, just to make sure no one else finds them.

“All done, boss.”

The six men I called in are each holding a stuffed garbage bag, filled to the brim with Francesca’s belongings.

“Good,” I nod. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Pushing my way out of her room, I march down the hall, making a point of going past where I remember Domenico’s office to be.

He just so happens to be walking out when I walk by.

“What the hell is in those garbage bags?” he demands to know.

I hardly stop to amuse him.

“It’s some of Francesca’s belongings.”

“Where the hell are you going with her belongings?”