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“No thank you.” I say as nicely as possible while gritting my teeth. I kind of hate that he has all this power. He controls people, and not only other people, but now me too.
He smiles softly, which is surprising because nothing on him is soft… “Put your shoes on, please. We need to get going.” Those are his last words to me before slipping his hands into his pockets and leaving the room. Those hands, the very things that cause pain and pleasure in so many ways.
He is a force to be reckoned with. I just don’t know if it will be me to bring him down or himself.
Alzerro
“Go get her,” I speak firmly to Mack. His eyes bore into mine for a moment longer than I would like before he goes upstairs to my room. Bree has found a way under my skin, and every day that she is here, I feel myself losing my grip on things. I am not soft; I can’t be. In this world, there is only strength or weakness. Being weak is certain death, and strength is power, something needed when you have men breathing down your throat and people shooting at you.
Speaking of which, I am going to kill Luccio tonight if he doesn’t give me the answers I need. Someone sent one of his men to my home for something. That something is unknown to me, but I am going to find out. When he and I had last spoken, he seemed so intent on helping me find my mother’s killer, now it seems as if he is the enemy, just wanting to weasel his way further into my life, hoping I’ll expose any and all secrets.
My fists clench with anger, isn’t that what everyone wants? Bree too? To weasel their way into what it is that makes me tick? To break me down? I hear the faint sound of heels on the floor and avert my eyes to the stairs. The second my eyes land on Bree, I swear I want to give all the anger and madness away.
Her dress fits her just as I envisioned it would, hugging all her beautiful curves and accenting her body for what it is. Her eyes hold a secret and I can see the fear in them. Her body is bound up tight with something, and the way she pulls away from Mack has me wondering if he’s tried something on her.
She takes the steps slowly, her heels clacking along the way. I had set this dinner up in an effort for us to get to know more about one another. I had known all there is to know about her father, and her, herself. She is a college student, she is undecided in academics, and her favorite color is green. She is deathly afraid of bees, and her favorite ice cream is double fudge. My men had found all of this out, via the internet, and other tools that weren’t known to the public.
Her father is a farmer, who had lost his wife months prior. I know that much about Bree. We both shared death, and that is about it. Except she is living and I am not.
I extend my hand out to her, she places her warm palm into mine and I lead us out to the waiting car. She looks beautiful, although I’m sure she already knows it. M
“Where are we going?” she asks urgently. She seems uneasy.
“Why does it matter where we are going?” I ask, pulling the flask I keep in my jacket out. I need a drink. She is sitting right fucking next to me, and every glance at her, has me imagining the way she rode me that morning. The way her hips moved, how her thighs gripped me, and her insides quivered as I….
“Its matters because I’m a human and I deserve to know where it is you’re taking me.” Her voice is defensive and her nose scrunches up in anger. I smile, tipping back the flask as the bourbon warms my insides.
I screw the cap back on, my attention turning to her. I know the answer to my question I asked earlier. She accepted her fate because she wanted to protect her father. I suppose I would do the same had I had any known family members alive.
“Dinner. A nice little restaurant in the city. I made reservations and figured you might want to get out of the house for a bit.” All that I have said is true. She has been stuck in the house for weeks, and if I were her, I would’ve been going stir crazy. I at least had a chance to see my cousin Alassandra.
“Awfully sweet of you…” She is mocking me. I know it, as does she.
“See, I’m not always a monster.” Giving me a dirty look she shifts her body away from mine so she can look out the window. It doesn’t matter to me that she knows where we are or how to leave the house. Where she is isn’t meant to be a prison. If she runs, I will kill her, and that much she knows. Except now I am starting to wonder if I really would pull the trigger.
The ride goes smoothly as I pull my phone out, sending Luccio a text to let him know I will be stopping by later. I will find out why he sent a pig to me. I will also inform him that he is now dead, and he can get his men to get his dead body off my property.
“Are you going to kill me after all this?” Bree asks sheepishly as her eyes stay trained on the window. I hadn’t really thought about it, so I don’t actually have an answer to her question.
“I don’t know. Probably not, unless you give me a reason to…” It is an open ended question. This is her last chance to tell me if she will do something crazy—like run.
She rolls her beautiful, brown eyes at me, and my dick grows hard. Her defiance makes me want her that much more. Get your head in the game… Except that’s not that I need to be focusing on. I need to be worried about whatever it is the fuck that is going on around me.
