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He looks from me to Eden.
“Apology accepted,” Eden says.
“Eden, go wait for me in the car,” I say, tossing her the keys, knowing that she could jump in the car, take off, and I could never see her again.
She takes them with wide eyes and walks out to the car.
“I don’t need your apologies. I need you to focus on work instead of on my woman. Understand?” I say.
Maximo nods. “I understand. But I need to be blunt with you. Your feelings for that woman have blinded you. Clive and Erick want Eden, don’t they?”
I don’t respond, giving him his answer.
“That’s what I thought. So the only way to take them out is to use her as bait. She knows that. The men know that. And —”
“I know that,” I say finishing his sentence.
He pauses. “So what are you going to do? Are you going to lead us into an ambush even though you know it will end in us all dead or will you use the girl?”
I glare at him. “She’s not a girl.”
He takes a step back, assuming I’m about to hit him again.
I glance out the window to where Eden is sitting in the car.
“I’ll use Eden.”
17
Eden
The day Matteo took me to the old warehouse, where he runs his business, was the day that everything changed.
I don’t know what changed. And I don’t care. But my life is much easier now.
Matteo never locks the door to his bedroom. He lets me freely explore the house and the grounds whenever I want.
He even let Gia take me shopping the other day.
It’s like we are a couple. Well, almost.
Minus the fact that I didn’t enter into this relationship willingly. And the fact that he never takes me on dates. And when we fuck, it’s borderline rape every time, somehow pushing the line, but crossing it. And I don’t have access to a phone.
Otherwise, we’ve developed an easy relationship with each other. We may not talk about mundane things, like how our work day went, or the weather, or anything like that, but none of that stuff matters anyway.
We know how each other feels with just a glance. We know what each other craves with just a touch. We know what each wants with just a kiss.
We both like fucking each other too much. I’m not sure it’s healthy. Actually, I know it’s not. I’m addicted to his body. I’d willingly have sex with him multiple times a day, and it has nothing to do with saving Nina.
I’m afraid that if given a choice between returning home immediately to freedom, or getting a day full of sex with Matteo but having to stay his slave forever, I might choose the latter.
I’m sick. And Matteo is my cure.
This can’t keep going on like this. It’s not healthy for either of us when we both know this sexual relationship has a time limit on it. And the longer we go, the harder it’s going to be when we stop.
Neither of us cares or think about that though. All we care about is the next fuck. Like a drug addict only caring about his next fix.
Matteo won’t be home for hours, which means I’m going to have to handle the familiar ache between my legs myself. He’s at work, trying to figure out a plan to deal with Clive and Erick, the same single focus he’s been worried about for weeks.
