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I was responsible for threatening to steal her life away the first time.
But really, all I wanted was to be part of it.
Another chance blown.
I pull onto the private road that leads to Nik’s house a few minutes later. Gravel crunches beneath the tires, dust kicking up around us when I slow to a stop. I turn off the car and push open the door to get out.
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell I’m doing here. You kidnapped me for a reason. I want to know what it is.”
A groan threatens to escape my lips, so I swallow it down. I should have known she wasn’t gonna go quietly. She’d been a bookworm years ago, but there’d always been a fierce spark deep inside of her. It’s that part which always fascinated me about her. She has played the part of the good girl, that was true. Did what she was told, followed the rules. But that spark always flickered in her eyes, like the naughty alter ego dying to break free.
I always wanted to be the one to make it ignite.
I came close once, then fucked it all up.
That naughty girl is all I see when I look at her now, half-naked in her wedding lingerie. But I can’t focus on that now. Taking her from Tyson is only part one of our plan.
The rest gets fuzzier and fuzzier the longer my eyes get caught in her cleavage.
“I already told you.”
“Yeah, revenge. Great. Could you be any more evasive? My family’s livelihood just went up in smoke. I think I deserve a little more than that.”
“I don’t owe you any explanations.”
“The fuck you don’t. After tormenting me the way you did?”
I pull the car door closed and twist around to face her. Leaning over the center console, I snake my fingers around her neck. Her skin is so soft against the rough pads of my fingertips. Occupational hazard of having a dual career as a hired killer and construction worker. Her pulse hums, the vibration making my own heartbeat zoom.
She covers my hand with her good one. Her nails dig into my skin so hard, I think for a second she might’ve drawn blood. My cock jumps, the sting of her anger charging through me like a surge of electricity.
I’ve always known the spark was inside of her.
But fuck, to feel it, to know it’s real… it only makes me want to harness it and use it so that she’s finally under my complete control.
I give her neck a squeeze. Her eyes pop open wide.
“You’re sick.” Her words are choked. She tries to pry my hand away from her neck, teeth clenched as she lances me with an icy glare.
“You know it. And you loved it.”
“You won’t hurt me again,” she rasps, her nails continuing to slash my hand. Each scrape deepens the ache inside of me. “I won’t let you.”
I close the space between us, relishing the flicker of doubt in her tortured gaze. Her breathing stutters from my tight hold. “You don’t have a choice, Skyla. Because you’re not gonna be Tyson’s trophy wife.” My lips curl upward. “You’re gonna bemine.”
Chapter9
Skyla
Idon’t think my eyes could fly open any wider without popping out of my freaking skull. “Did you just say… no, no, you definitely did… that you stole me from Tyson…” My voice morphs into an incredulous screech, a sound which even makesmecringe. “So thatyoucould marry me?”
Zak’s chiseled jawline, peppered with sexy stubble, is tight as he stares at me. The silence that follows is even more foreboding than his spoken words.
The fingertips on my right hand tingle like they’ve been assaulted by pins and needles, my skin cold to the touch because of a lack of circulation from the tourniquet. My pulse jumps, hammering hard against my neck because even though there’s nothing remotely romantic about what he just said, my body doesn’t give a damn about things like logistics and revenge schemes and spoils of brutal mafia wars.
It only knows the most intense desire, hunger, and yearning for something that it’s wanted for far too long, despite the resulting hatred that blackened my heart when he betrayed my trust and fractured my heart.
“I’m not marrying you. Never in a million freaking years.”
