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“Fuck,” my brother says hand on his stomach. I feel nothing in this moment but savage and like a man with no place but in the wilderness.
“You can’t use your hand to do your job and inform me when someone not invited is breaching my property, you don’t need the hand.” Stanis falls to his knees and puts his hand on the stool.
“Stanislaw, what is this?” I ask him unsure why he is falling upon the sword.
“They are my responsibility. I am to ensure they know the rules and their place. If they fail, I fail.” See, that is honor.
“I agree, but I also know you try to give everyone a chance to prove themselves. I will not take from you tonight. However, I trust you will make sure this never happens again.” He rises and nods his head.
“It will never happen again, Boss.”
“See that it doesn’t. Now, I trust you two can handle the clean-up and such,” I say to my brother.
“Tak.”
“Goodnight, gentleman.” Time for me to go back to my woman.
EIGHT
CHIARA
Like the nosy girl that I am the minute he walked out of the door I got up and opened it a little so I could listen. I was confused at first about who he was talking to, but there was no mistaking who they were talking about. Me. Apparently the man I eventually figured out is his father from the words used, is pissed about the mistake he made taking me and demanding he get rid of me, which in mob language means kill. To hear Jakub defending me and threatening to kill anyone including his own father that tries to hurt me, touched me, and made me wet as hell. He is the Alpha man I am used to being around, but his honor is legit.
I hear him as he tells his father I am his and he is not letting me go and something in me opens up and blooms…well besides my pussy. Something like hope. Hope and a need so desperate I almost ran out of that room and into his arms. Only the voice in my head telling me I am crazy held me back. I mean it is true I am crazy. Not only did he kidnap me and is holding me against my will…what? It is against my will…right? Anyway, he is also part of a rival family from what I can gather and the moment my sister finds me, she is going to kill him. So, what is the point?
I have been sitting on the bed for what has to be an hour going over everything in my mind. When he does shit like send his cook up here with the most delicious breakfast I have ever had, making sure I eat in his absence, how is a girl supposed to remain steadfast? I have been going back and forth in my mind, trying to convince myself that this is not what I should be craving. I am insane. I have to be. No one in their right mind would be seriously contemplating staying with their kidnapper, but I am. I don’t want to go so far as to say I love him; I barely know him. However, a part of me recognizes him as a piece of me that has been missing or searching and it hurts like hell when I think about the fact that I am going to have to leave him.
I never considered that all those gentle talks and laughs and flirting and accidental meetings, have been slowly building something between us that is culminating in my not being able to picture myself without him. “Well get used to it, Chi,” I chastise myself before getting up off the bed. I need to put some clothes on. Since it seems, he is not going to come back up and finish what he… the door slams open and my heart leaps out of my chest. I take him in licking my lips, turned on by how menacing he looks right now.
“Jak,” I say his name unsure of his state of mind. “What’s wrong?” I try again to coax him into saying something to me. It is very telling that as much as I am not afraid of him, I am not moving toward him right now. He stands there for a few more seconds before he begins to stalk me across the room. He continues to say nothing, but his body is speaking for him. My core begins to spasm, my pussy quaking and pulsing. I know what is coming and I am not going to pretend I don’t want it. When he is in front of me, he rips the shirt I am wearing open, the faint sounds of buttons flying penetrating my ears for a second before it is replaced by a rumble from his chest.
