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Keeping my spine straight, I tell him, “No.” The adrenaline rush has my blood pulsing through me at a hazardous pace.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the jagged knife he’s holding in his left hand. An evil smirk rests on his lips, as if asking,What are you going to do about it?
“You will learn to forgive me,” he tells me.
My body twists to step away, but simultaneously, I feel a sharp poke at my neck.
“What have you done?” I manage to ask before I slump into his arms.
“I’m making sure you stay safe, little bird.”
Chapter 12
Luca
I’moutoftheMancini estate before they realize I was in there. Aly is securely in my arms, sleeping peacefully. Her relaxed facial features remind me of how young she is. I’m five years older than her, but it seems like a lifetime ago I was twenty-one.
She is breathtaking with her dark hair against her pale skin. She reminds me of Snow White but with longer hair. Unlike the fairy tale, there will be no Prince Charming to wake her up with a kiss. I’m the closest thing to a friend, and I plan to use that leverage as much as possible. Finally, the Rossis will be able to take out the Mancinis.
Our two families are both ambitious, always stepping on one another’s feet. Soon, the Mancinis will bow down to us and become our puppets to play with.
Coming to my family’s compound, I order my men away to avoid them seeing what is mine. I don’t leave her side, refusing to meet with the men while she lays unconscious. I don’t trust anyone with her. After all, she is the daughter and future of the one family we hate. Even as I lie beside her in my bed in the dark, my gun rests in my hand. My eyes may be closed, but I hear everything. I’ve been trained to not need my eyes.
She begins to stir, and I sit up, not wanting to frighten her. Inch by inch, I ease myself into a standing position. I have no time to change, staying in my boxers. Her gray eyes shoot open, wide as ever. They don’t flutter or close, instead staying locked on me.
“Good morning,” I tell her, keeping my face hard and cold.
“Where am I?” she asks, confused. Her hand goes to her head with a moan. I have ibuprofen and water by the bed if she wants it.
I bring up my gun to scratch at my temple, liking how she sucks in a breath. “You are inmycastle now, bride.”
“I’m no one’s bride.”
There’s that feistiness I’ve come to enjoy. Normally, I find strong women annoying and too obstinate. I like a woman who does as I say and doesn’t give me lip back. But the way her lower lip pushes out makes me want to nip it. My cock hardens further from her arguing. There is no hiding it in my tight boxers.
I stare into her eyes, hoping she’s taking me in. I want to see her reaction. But she never does as I want. Stubbornly, she meets my gaze, even as she sits up, the covers dropping around her hips.
“We’ll see. Soon, you will come to like this cage better than your other one. I’ll even open the door, and you won’t leave me.”
“I hate you,” she seethes, sitting up straighter in the bed we shared. She winces, and I watch her internal fight as she tries to ignore the headache she must have.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean. It just makes me angry,” I say coolly.
She’s testing me. I love seeing her willpower and preserving nature. My eyes drift down just for a second to get a better view of what’s mine. I’m hard as steel, seeing her in that sheer nightgown. It’s beyond painful. But I refuse to give her the satisfaction of showing her I like what I see. Instead, I stare right into the depths of her soul, acting unaffected. She has always been mine, even if she never realized it.
From the first time I laid eyes on her, I knew I would have her one day. I won’t make it easier on her. She needs to realize she’s mine on her own. We were meant for each other.
Until then, I will treat her as the enemy. One that I will enjoy breaking in. No matter how many times I tell myself I’m doing this for the good of the family, my heart recognizes the lie.
“Get dressed. You have your wedding dress fitting in an hour,” I command.
Her jaw tics at my demand. Her eyes narrow with hatred before a sinister smile takes the place of her frown. Holding my eyes, she lifts her nightgown over her head, leaving her completely naked in front of me. She stands up, her hands on her hips.
Blood rushes straight to my dick. If she were to stab me right now, I wouldn’t even bleed. She is perfect in every sense. Her skin is unblemished, smooth, and soft-looking. Her tits are small but perky. I wonder what she’d look like bouncing on my cock. Seeing her fully naked, my body reacts like a thirteen-year-old boy seeing tits for the first time.
“What clothes do I wear?” she has the nerve to sass back at me.
I’m caught off guard by her. Words stop flowing in my head, and I have to swallow my saliva down. It takes every bit of my willpower not to take her here, right now.
