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“No, darling, you’re in that hell…” Of course, the fucking waitress decides then is the perfect time to bring our food. She sits the spinach filled ravioli in front of me, and then places Bree’s in front of her, but not before giving her a dirty look and saying, “Here you go, bitch.” I may be a fucking asshole who kills people left and right, but no one treats Bree like shit but me.
“Don’t look or talk to my guests like that again, or it’ll be your job.” I say sternly to her. Her eyes grow wide with fear, tears threatening to fall from her thick eyelashes. Then she turns and scampers away.
“You don’t have to stick up for me. I mean after all, you’re the one who was just holding me by the throat,” she growls, pushing the food that had been placed in front of her away. I feel myself growing feral with every word that slips from her mouth. She’s mouthy, she’s sinfully sweet, and she’s extremely dangerous to my sanity.
I frown at her, but continue on with my meal. I won’t waste my food simply because she doesn’t like hers. She’s not in control. I think about telling her more about my mother and father, about what happened to my mother, but I don’t. I know it might make her understand me more, but I feel like if she understands me more than she won’t fear me. Once the fear is gone I have nothing to use against her.
Time passes as I finish my meal, and she sits there with her food untouched. What a waste. The server comes and removes our plates without a word said. I leave the money on the table and stand, pulling Bree to her feet. She doesn’t resist, and it wouldn’t matter if she did. I would drag her out of here screaming if I had to.
“Get in the car,” I order, opening the door to the SUV. She looks at me as if she’s going to actually attempt running. “If you’re even thinking about running, I’ll shoot you right in the back of the head. You won’t even be able to take a breath and you’ll be dead.” My hand reaches to my gun, hidden behind my back. Will I shoot her? I’m not sure, and the fact that I hesitate even in the slightest bit scares me. She doesn’t try anything, instead groans, getting into the car. I’m walking over to my door, when Jared my driver stops me.
“Luccio’s?” He asks. His accent is very strong. He’s got slicked back black hair, his face is dark, and a bleak look crosses it.
“Yeah. Go in the back way.” I say, walking to the side of the car, and opening the door so I can slide into my seat.
“I don’t want to fucking go anywhere with you!” she yells. She’s angry, and that’s fine. It doesn’t change things, though.
“Thanks for telling me, but I don’t give a shit what you want. The moment you agreed to accept your father’s debt is the moment that anything you had to say stopped mattering. Now all that matters is how tight that pussy can clench my cock…” Leaning into her body, so our faces are almost touching, I finish saying, “Nothing that you want matters.”
Her eyes narrow, the brown seeping right out of them. She looks as if she’s about ready to kill me, and I don’t blame her. Jared starts driving and I watch her carefully, wondering what her next move is going to be. Someone like her can’t handle this type of thing, I know when she breaks it’s going to be mad chaos.
In less than twenty minutes we have made it to Luccio’s property. His house is just as large as mine, and I wait for him to let us through the gate. Anger surges through me, and I let the old me sit in the back of my mind. This is business. The car starts moving again, and then we’re through the gate. Looking out the window, I watch as we pass the rose garden and the waterfall.
The car comes to a stop in front of the house, and I grip the door handle firmly turning to Bree. Her eyes are full of mystery, and I can’t really tell what it is she’s thinking about. “Keep those beautiful lips shut, or…”
“Or you’ll kill me? Tie a brick to my ankle and throw me in the ocean?” she mocks, eyebrow raised.
Smiling I say, “No. I’ll fuck you to death.” I slip from the car and head to her side to open the door to allow her out. She takes my hand as I offer it to her. Her feet hit the ground, and she takes a brief look around.
“Alzerro…” I hear my name being said as I direct Bree to where it is that I want her to be.
“Luccio,” I greet him in return. He smiles, his eyes eating up and down Bree’s body. Something inside me breaks, I’ve never been the type to be jealous, and after all she is only a debt being paid. I won’t lie though, I feel possessive of her. I feel like she’s mine.
“What is the occasion?” he asks amused, not showing any worry. He should be though. He should be scared shitless right now. I’m like the monster that hides under your bed, waiting till the moment your breath evens out, and your eyes close to attack. Little does he know he unleashed the monster all on his own.
“Just business. I would like to have a word with you.” His eyes direct back to Bree’s, and I know he’s asking. What the fuck is she doing here? That’s not his problem, though.
“What about her?”
“What about her?” I retort.
His eyes narrow at my attempt at humor, “Does she know?” I watch as Bree looks between us both, completely confused, and utterly lost as to what is about to take place.
“Leave her be. Let’s go, Bree.” My hand lands on the small of her back as I lead her into Luccio’s home. The walls are littered with family photos that go back hundreds of generations. His house oozes that I-have-money-and-you-know-it. Marble flooring with gold rivets in it make up the ground that we walk on. We pass through the foyer, and head to the first door on the left. It’s his office just as I know it will be. The door opens and closes behind us quietly as I guide Bree to a seat.
