Page 12 of Debt of Honor


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That was the moment I realized I was in a world of shit. Sliding down to the floor, I curled my knees against my chest. How many times had I huddled in the darkness? Every drill had seemed real. I tried to concentrate on the pinpoint of light, wishing I’d never left my apartment for the night.

Cobra returned seconds later, once again turning on the light.

“It’s all clear,” he said, back to having no inflection in his tone.

“Are you going to hurt me? Kill me?”

Huffing, he secured his weapon. “If I wanted you dead, Isabella, you would no longer be breathing. I’m the only lifeline you have. Get that through your head.”

“What if I don’t believe you?” I couldn’t trust anything or anyone at this point. I’d been such a fool.

He stared at me as I slid up the wall, pointing to one of the bags. “I was provided with clothing in your size. You will need to change.”

“My size? Is there anything you don’t know about me?”

He placed his weapon into his holster, acting as if I hadn’t asked him a question.

“So this is how it’s going to be? I’ll confront you. You’ll chastise me. If my behavior becomes too egregious, you’ll spank me again?”

“If necessary. You seem to respond better when I use my belt.”

I stared at him, finally bursting into laughter. “So you think that because you saved me from some burly men that you now own me?”

“For the time we spend together, that’s exactly what I know. You will follow every rule I put into place. Clear?”

I shook my head, yanking the bag from the floor. “Where does the great snake want me to change?”

His exhale was deep and exaggerated. “There’s a bathroom in the hallway.”

“And what bedroom?”

“We’ll determine that later. Change. We have a scheduled satellite call in twenty minutes.”

“Do you have anything to drink around here? I could use one after being kidnapped by a bastard.” I was fully aware that my nerves had gotten the better of me. I’d pitched myself into the personality I used after leaving my laboratory at night. That girl was able to pretend she wasn’t famous, doing everything she could to disappear into the crowd. I’d become a damn good escape artist, using wigs and sexy clothing to hide my real identity.

The intelligent part of me had known what I was doing was risky, but I’d never had a real childhood, only partially due to choice. My father had said I was rebelling, and at my age, I should be thinking about finding Mr. Happily Ever After and purchasing a house, not escaping my apartment in the wee hours of the morning to go dancing with friends.

Maybe karma had finally caught up with me.

Cobra cocked his head, giving me another long, heated look. It was difficult to rile him, but I sensed his patience was coming to an end.

As I walked by, the crackle of electricity between us was undeniable, the heat combustible. Vibrations hummed off his entire body, my stomach completely in knots.

Even though I should fear for my life from the unknown source, what bothered me the most was the possibility he wouldn’t make good on his promise.

Fantasy or not.

CHAPTER3

Jagger

Fucking fool.

I’d managed to lose my sense of duty as well as my sanity in a single night. Hissing, I fisted my hand, furious I’d succumbed to touching her in such an egregious manner. I had no doubt Daddy would be told about the horrible man sent to save her freaking life.

I watched as she headed down the hallway, glancing over her shoulder once before moving into the bathroom.

But goddamn it, the woman needed harsh discipline. It was like she’d never been taught right from wrong. Worse, as if her father hadn’t done a good job explaining the dangers given his position. Now I was forced to be her protector and her disciplinarian.

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