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“I told him I didn’t know where you were, which isn’t a lie so I never broke our deal. I told him you would check in with me, which you haven’t so now he is punishing me.” I gasp.
“Oh my God, is he hurting you? If he is––”
“Car!” I clamp my mouth closed and take a deep breath trying to calm down. “By punishment I mean he is using my body in the most fucking delicious way––”
“Ahhhhh, that is enough of that fucking talk!” Kiara bursts out laughing and I can’t keep the smile from my own face. I’m so freaking happy her and Bish found their way to each other after all they have been through. They are made for each other.
“You sure you don’t want to know about this trick your brother can do with his tongue––”
“I will fucking block you!” She laughs again. “I do not want to know what my brothers do in the privacy of their own rooms, thank you.”
“Shit, he’s coming!” I’m still unsure what the hell to do. “Check in every day, Car, or I can’t promise he won’t come for you.”
“I will.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I hear the door slam open and Bishop’s booming voice before Kiara ends the call. I clutch my phone against my chest and try to will my heart rate to calm the hell down. I owe Kiara for this. I know her and Bish swore to never lie to each other and I have put her in the middle of my shit. I just hope Bishop doesn’t take his anger out on her. I know when I do eventually go home, because there is no doubt in my mind I will go home at some point, Bishop and the others will be mad. I’m pulled from my thoughts when a knock sounds at the door. I drop my phone on the bed and head to the door to collect my room service. I yank the door open, not even bothering to check the peephole, and my blood turns to ice when I lock eyes with espresso-colored ones.
“We need to talk.” The sound of his voice pulls me from my shock. I try to slam the door closed but he shoves it back sending me stumbling back a few steps and I trip, falling to my ass. He comes in uninvited and closes the door. I launch to my feet and rush for the bed to get my phone to call for help. I’m inches away from grabbing it when an arm wraps around my waist and I’m hauled back against his solid chest. I attempt to scream but he clamps his free hand over my mouth muting my screams. I thrash in his hold and fight to get free, but his hold on me doesn’t budge. I freeze when another knock sounds at the door. I feel him stiffen behind me for a second before I fight harder to get to the door. He bends low so his lips brush against the shell of my ear. “The more you fight, the harder I will make this, keep quiet or I’ll put a bullet between your eyes right now!”
The threat in his voice is clear, even if I did get free and managed to call my brother there is no way Bishop would get to me in time before this bastard killed me. Resigned to my fate I go limp in his arms. The knock sounds again. He moves us toward the door, my heart is going wild inside my chest. He drops his hand from my mouth, I open it to cry for help but clamp it closed when I feel the barrel of his gun at my side.
“Open the door, take your food, thank him and then close it. Do anything else and both you and the server boy will wind up in the dumpster out back.” I roll my shoulders and slip my mask on, I know how to hide the terror like a pro. I nod my head and he uses his gun to push me forward a step so I can open the door. The young man darts his gaze between me and Vin before holding the tray out to me. I grip it with shaky hands and thank him, hoping like hell he gets out of here fast and doesn’t wind up dead, like I will be soon enough. I step back, Vin closes the door and locks it, he points toward the small sitting area, and like the obedient puppy that I am, I do as he says.
I place the tray on the small table next to the window and drop into one of the two chairs. I should have trusted my gut. I thought I was overreacting when I met him on the plane, then he showed up today and I bit his head off. I shouldn’t have allowed his look of shame to sway me. I should have sent him on his fucking way instead of telling him where I was staying! I led him right to my fucking door! He keeps his gun trained on me as he drops into the seat opposite me. I look from the gun to him and shake my head, God I was such a fool.
“Don’t look so shocked, this was happening either way.” I scoff and turn to look out the window, I refuse to let his face be the last thing I see before I die.
“Just do what it is you need to. Fair warning though, as soon as you pull that trigger you will be on the run for the rest of your life. My brothers won’t stop hunting you, they will chase you down like the fucking dog you are.” A humorless chuckle escapes him which draws my gaze back to his. I see it now. His mask is gone and his eyes shine with hatred and bloodlust.
“Your brothers are next, rest assured they will suffer for their crimes.” Anger like I have never felt before surges inside me.
“You lay one fucking finger on them––” He moves so fast I have no time to prepare. He’s bent over the table with the gun pressed against my forehead in a second. His breaths come in short, rapid pants, his eyes darkened to the point they almost look black. “Pull the trigger, see what hell you unleash on yourself then, you fucking creep.”
“Your family is a fucking disease and so are the rest of those bottom feeding cockroaches. You are going to be the start of their demise.” Fear chokes me. I can see it in his eyes that his threats aren’t empty, he will kill me, I have no doubt about that. I search his gaze, trying to find a shred of humanity inside him, or even the guy who talked to me for hours on the plane. I may be dense but even I could tell he wasn’t faking that, he was genuine and… nice.
“Why are you doing this? I’ve never done anything to you,” I whisper hoping to get him talking so I can buy some time to figure out a way to get out of here.
“Take your robe off, lay on the bed.” Everything inside me stills, uncontrollable fear grips me and has me seeing dark spots in my vision, I can’t breathe.
Vincent
I dart around the table and manage to catch her just in time before she hits the floor. She fucking passed out!
I growl as I lift her into my arms, her tiny frame is limp as I hold her bride style. I look down at her and freeze, her robe has parted and I see the purple lace of her panties and bra, her skin like silk. I just want to run my finger along the curves of her body. A small moan tumbles from her lips pulling me from my thoughts. I make my way over to the bed and position her in the middle. I look around the room and when I spot the lamps on either side of the bed, I make quick work of ripping the cords from each of them before using them to tie her hands to each of the bed posts.
I grab the chair I was just sitting on and drag it to the end of the bed, take a seat and rest my forearms on my thighs and just wait. I should take the photo’s now whilst she is tied up and unconscious, that would be the perfect photos to send to her brothers. Question is, why the fuck am I not taking those photos right now?
There was something in her eyes when I told her to strip. All the color drained from her face, she was pale as a ghost. I felt how cold she was in my arms, shivers thrumming through her tiny body. Having a gun in her face didn’t even scare her to that degree but the thought of dropping her robe petrified her.
“Stop, please… no more.” My eyes snap to hers as she thrashes around yanking on the restraints, then comes to with a gut-wrenching scream. I jump on the bed climbing on top of her before clamping a hand over her mouth. Tears are streaming down her cheeks. Her gaze is unfocused, it takes her a minute to focus again. When her eyes finally clear and she sees me––it shocks the fuck out of me when she relaxes. I search her gaze trying to find a tell as to what the fuck is going through her mind but I can’t see anything other than relief.
“If I move my hand from your mouth, are you gonna scream?” She instantly shakes her head. I keep my hand there for a minute longer before slowly removing it and sitting back on my haunches. It’s now that I notice I’m straddling her. I keep my face blank and gaze on her, waiting to see what her reaction will be. The way she behaved before and how she is acting now isn’t right. Something more is going on with her and I always get the facts before the final shot.
She runs her gaze over me and I see nothing but fear and loathing in her eyes. I can point a gun to her head and get nothing more than annoyance in her eyes and yet now, she looks at me like she is sizing me up for a fight. “You passed out.” Fuck knows why I just stated the obvious but I felt compelled to fill the silence.
“Figures.” I expected her to lash out and make threats, not resign herself to my mercy. “Just do whatever it is you need to do.” The dejected tone of her voice tells me she will comply, her earlier fight is drained from her. She turns her head to the side and closes her eyes. I climb off her and reclaim my seat at the end of the bed. She doesn’t clamp her legs closed or even move an inch, I’ve seen this shit too many fucking times to turn a blind eye. I’ve killed men for even thinking of touching a woman in the way I now know Carlina has been touched.
“Who did it?” She doesn’t move a muscle or even bat an eyelid at my question. This girl thinks I’m about to use her body for my own pleasure and is trying to detach herself mentally to avoid the pain. Disgust rolls through me, I would never touch a woman who is unwilling. “I’ll ask one more time nicely, then I’ll pry the fucking answer from you.” She turns her head and opens her eyes as she gazes up at the ceiling refusing to even look at me. “Who touched you?” The defiant scoff that comes from her has me clenching my hands into fists. I’m not used to being back chatted or even having a conversation with anyone aside from Marco.
“No one laid a fucking finger on me!” The hate that laces each of her words tells me she is so full of shit. I won’t push her on it, instead I stand from my chair and leave to go next door to grab my laptop. I’m testing her to see if she will scream or try something, I’ve never taken on a job where it involves killing a woman. This is a first for me. The only reason I’m here is because of her last name and who she is related to. I grab my laptop and belongings from my room before heading back to hers. She didn’t make a sound or even move an inch. I think she may be having a mental breakdown or something.
