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His expression falls slightly. “Crazy? All I ever wanted to do was love you, Gina. You and I were so perfect together.”
“I don’t know what fucking fantasy world you’re living in Peter, but I want nothing to do with you! Let me fucking go!” I start to struggle at the binds again and hiss when the ties continue to rub on the now-open wounds.
He stands up slowly with a loud sigh, and I see that he has a big knife in his hand. He turns it this way and that, running a finger over the spine. Okay, this has quickly gone from strange to downright psycho. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Put the knife down!”
He steps towards me slowly. “Oh, Gina. You have no idea of the life we could have had together. I chose you instead of all those other girls, and you think you can just brush that off like it means nothing, that you can simply tell me no and I’m going to accept that? Nobody tells me no, least of all someone like you. You and I are going to be together, and that’s that. Unless…” He pauses dramatically and makes a sweeping motion with the knife. “Well, just don’t make me do something I’ll regret. If you just let go of whatever bullshit you have in your mind that’s holding you back and agree to be with me, then I’ll untie you and we’ll go into the bedroom and do what we should have done a long time ago. That innocence of yours? It’s all mine now so don’t bother fighting it, resisting the inevitable.”
“My innocence? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Your virginity. Your maidenhood. As soon as I found out you were a virgin, I knew you were the pure woman I was meant to be with. And once I take your virginity properly, you’ll be mine forever.”
I gape at him, and sweat beads on my forehead.
And the scariest part in this whole situation is that I can tell he’s deadly serious. He actually believes the words coming out of his mouth. I don’t answer him right away, instead using the limited time I might have to start quickly running through my limited options.
First things first. It’s likely no one knows where I am or that I’ve been taken. I need to make peace with that fact because I’m going to have to get out of this life-or-death situation on my own. I can’t rely on anyone else but myself. That doesn’t sound half as bad as it should because Gio has already taught me that I’m stronger than I believe—mentally and physically.
I hold on to the knowledge that Gio has full trust in my capabilities to escape this hellhole.
Second, I know what Peter wants, and I’m going to exploit his desperation and use it to my advantage. The stupid asshole is so intent on claiming my virginity that he’ll probably unwittingly give me a chance to get away.
With newfound resolve, I square my shoulders. I have to flirt with him and stop goading him. That way, I can convince him to untie me, then hopefully, I can figure out a way to steal that knife from him, or at the very least, run outside and seek help.
I bat my eyelashes and plaster a playful smirk on my face.
“Oh my God, Peter. Come to think of it. I’m actually glad you did this. It’s so hot knowing how much you want to be with me. Not every guy would resort to this, and it’s turning me on.” Just saying the words causes bile to rise to my throat, but his expression turns wistful. I push on. “I’ve just been waiting for an expression of love that would change my mind—something that not everyone is willing to do.”
His eyes brighten, and he waves the knife, grinning from ear to ear.
“You know that’s exactly what this is, right? My way of showing how much I love you.” He walks closer, and I feel a scary type of energy emanating from him. “We’re meant to be together.”
“I know that now.” I try to give him a seductive look, and I order my body to sit still even though all I want to do is bolt. “You’re the man for me. And I want to feel you. Touch you.” His eyes close, and he sighs audibly. His grip on the knife loosens a little.
He squats in front of me and leans over, his face only inches away from mine. I swallow hard, trying not to wince and recoil, but I know I need to keep the charade going. “Are you serious? If you are, then I need you to show me how desperately you want it.”
Crap.
With his hands gripping both sides of the chair, he moves forward, and suddenly his mouth is on mine, his tongue forcibly sliding into my mouth. It’s revolting and makes me want to puke. Every instinct tells me to lean back and get as far away from him as possible. But he doesn’t give me a chance because his hand—the one without a knife—slides under my dress. He starts to fumble between my legs.
There’s absolutely no way I’m going to let this guy rape me. I don’t bust my ass in the gym working out hard just to allow Peter to overpower me. He continues to kiss me, and that’s when I bite down hard on his tongue.
He screams and pulls away, but since I didn’t let go as he did, I tear a chunk of his lip and tongue, which I quickly spit out onto the floor.
“Fuck!” He gasps and staggers back, his mouth dripping with blood. For a moment, he stares at me, his eyes wide with disbelief. Then, his hand lashes out, and he backhands me hard across the face, the force so strong that my chair topples over.
“You fucking bitch! Now you’re going to give me what I want, whether you like it or not.” He stalks forward, his face red with rage and blood. He raises the knife, and I close my eyes instinctively.
I get ready for the pain, but it doesn’t come.
Suddenly, there’s a loud crash, and the door to the room flies open, a massive, hulking, angry man flying through the door. My breath hitches when I see that it’s Gio, and before I can even blink, he grabs Peter and throws him across the room—almost comically reminiscent of what happened at the club.
The knife flies from Peter’s hand, and his body crumples to the ground. Several of Gio’s men follow him, Jimmy quickly kneeling beside me. He pulls out a butterfly knife and cuts the ties, releasing my arms and legs. I massage my wrists and stifle a groan when I accidentally touch the raw wounds.
Gio kneels down beside me and takes me into his arms, rubbing his cheek on my hair, as he takes in a big inhale of my scent.
All is right again. “Gina, Gina, Gina. We found you. I was fucking devastated. Are you okay?”
We hear a grunt behind us and see Peter struggling to his feet. Molten anger rolls through me, and I grind my teeth as I watch one of Gio’s guys walk forward to take care of Peter. But I want to stop him. Taking care of Peter once and for all is my job and mine alone. It’s something I personally need to do.
