Chapter twenty-two
Discipline
I had slapped a man who was known for his ruthlessness—a man who held the power of life and death in his hands every fucking day.
And now, that power was focused entirely on me.
What would happen next?
Would this be the last day of my life?
His face twisted in rage. “So that’s how it is going to be, Princess?”
I steadied my voice to apologize, but before I could speak, Gianni grabbed me with a speed that left me breathless.
His hands were iron clamps around my waist.
Without a word, he lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing, slung me over his damn shoulder, and started carrying me out of the garden.
Panic surged through me, and I screamed, trying to get away, but his grip was unyielding.
“Gianni! Stop! Let me go!” I screamed, kicking my legs and thrashing in his hold, but he didn’t respond.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest.
Fear and regret mingled in my veins as I struggled against him.
“Please! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—” My apologies were cut off by the forceful swing of the castle doors as Gianni kicked them open, not even slowing down as he stormed through the grand entrance hall.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
The staff, who had greeted me so warmly just moments ago, scattered at the sight of us.
I did my best to get out of his hold again and still could not.
“Such a naughty princess, always testing Daddy’s patience.” He slapped my ass.
I shrieked.
“Let’s see if you can handle what’s coming.”
I widened my eyes. “What the fuck does that mean, Gianni?”
Soon, he carried me up the stairs, moving with impressive speed.
Terror shook through me.
My heart was in my fucking throat.
“Please!” I continued to struggle, trying desperately to escape his grip. “Gianni, please! I’m sorry! Let me go!”
He remained silent and pushed forward. His breath came in harsh, controlled bursts.
We got to the second level.
The walls of the castle blurred around us, and we sped through corridor after corridor.
His pace was relentless.
