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Did the man have a death wish? I took scattered breaths, hesitating. I was no killer, but everything that had occurred was a nightmare that I needed to wake up from. When he took another step closer, his smirk pissing me off, I stuck my arm out even further. “One more move and I will pull the trigger.”
The bastard kept coming. Closer. Closer. His scent was as intoxicating as before, the look in his eyes full of amusement. He didn’t believe I had to courage to do it. The son of a bitch.
So I did. I pulled the trigger, instantly closing my eyes.
Nothing happened.
Gasping, I glanced from his face to my hand just as he wrapped his finger over mine, easily pulling the gun away. A wave of panic tore through me, the fear more significant than before.
“You should remember to release the safety,mi dulce gatita.” He returned the weapon to the dresser then brushed his knuckles down the side of my face. “I knew you would try. That’s in your nature. For now. That is the only thing I plan on breaking, your desire to vanish from the one thing in your life that will provide you with the joy you deserve.”
Was he kidding me? I winced from his touch, certain he was going to hit me, but he continued stroking the side of my face as he guided me toward the bed, easing me down.
“What are you doing to me?” I whispered as he rolled me over, spreading my legs then rubbing the towel between them.
“Giving you what you need.” He concentrated on what he was doing, wiping away remnants of our sex. Then he tossed the towel, still standing over me.
What the hell was he doing, deciding my fate?
“Get dressed, Sierra. Come down to the kitchen. We are going to have a discussion.”
His command was not to be denied. As soon as he started dressing, I sat up, studying him. I was exhausted, drained from the ordeal, and needed answers, yet I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Alessandro was exquisite, more so than any man I’d ever seen. He was carved to perfection, every muscle sculpted out of the finest marble. His cock was long and thick, still throbbing after his release. And his buttocks were the reason God made jeans in the first place.
I forced myself to look away, trying to remain repulsed at my attraction to him, but the feeling was no longer there. Somehow, some way, it had been replaced with constant longing, my mouth watering.
When he was dressed, he shifted the weapon behind his back, refusing to give me another chance at learning from my mistakes. Then he slid his phone into his pocket. At that moment, I felt entirely helpless. I wasn’t going anywhere. His gaze was heated, as full of lust as it had been before, but I sensed it was being crowded out by his need for answers as well.
We were both searching for the same thing—the truth.
“How did you get my number?” I asked, trying to maintain my defiance.
He smirked as he placed his watch around his wrist. That’s when I noticed the large ring on his finger, the jewels sparkling in the light. “As you might imagine, Sierra, I had a network of people who can provide me with almost any information I seek.”
“How did you know who I was?”
“A good question. The only mistake Tristen made was leaving a will. If he hadn’t, I would never have known you existed.”
I thought about what he told me and sighed. It fit the pattern. His family hadn’t known me. His few friends who’d been at the funeral had acted as if I was a stranger. Then there were… I remembered seeing two men in dark suits standing in the back of the church. “Were you there at the funeral?”
He laughed. “No,gatita. I was already in prison.” He narrowed his eyes as if curious what I meant. I wasn’t going to supply him with anything quickly or easily. I needed to find out what the hell was going on.
“How did you manage to call me from prison? The number was blocked.”
As he walked toward the door, he gave me another long look. “My family’s attorney has always been helpful.”
“But you said Tristen was your attorney.”
“No, I said he worked for me. Did he use his legal skills with regard to several businesses owned by my family’s organization? Yes. However, he was providing other services as well.” The damn look of ire on his face pissed me off all over again.
“I want answers,” I demanded.
“So do I. Come downstairs. I don’t need to tell you what will happen if you attempt to escape. However, you will find it difficult given I secured the windows. If it’s the truth you seek, Sierra, be prepared for the fact your life will never be the same again.”
“And it is now? My life as I knew it ended the day you made the first call. What I’m left with is a nightmare.”
He studied me for a full minute then sighed. “Beware the monsters lurking in the shadows, Sierra. They are vile, evil creatures.” He turned and walked to the door.
