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"I'm waiting," I repeat.
Finally, she relents. "Fine," she says, defeated. "Turn around."
"I have already seen all of you, Adalina, if you recall," I remark.
"I don't want you to see me again, ever!" she exclaims.
Rolling my eyes, I pivot and avert my gaze. I hear the sound of her removing her clothes, and an uncontrollable surge of desire rushes through me. Blood rushes to my cock. Fuck! I adjust my swollen cock discreetly, trying to regain composure. Time is running out, so I turn back around. Adalina is now topless, her arm covering her tits, while still wearing her thong. She stares at me defiantly.
I make an effort to control my gaze and take out my phone, opening the photo app. "Try to look frightened and vulnerable," I suggest to Adalina, who changes her expression from one of anger and hurt to fear. I then take a full-length photo of her that shows the ankle monitor. "Thank you," I tell her.
“Can I get dressed now?” She vehemently asks me.
“Yes.”
I lift my phone to my ear and watch Adalina out of the corner of my eye as she hurriedly dresses herself. I can't help but notice her modesty, and it annoys me. I recall what her tits and pussy look like and get even harder. But I focus on the task at hand and give clear instructions to Misha on the other end of the line.
"Email the picture I just sent you to Bobby and Paul Vincenzio, Mario Alfonso, and Angel Gaito," I say, my voice low and firm. "In addition, send the video of the ankle bracelet exploding and warn them if they attempt to rescue her she will be blown up. Put my cell phone number in the email and tell them they have an hour to call me,” I instruct, my voice cold and calculating.
I end the call with a smirk playing on my lips. It's only a matter of time now before they call.
I turn around and face Adalina. She is fully dressed. Her head hands down, she looks smaller than ever before. Defeated. I know I need to keep her frightened and vulnerable to make this plan work.
I input the code on the keypad, and the cell door unlocks with a metallic clink. Adalina steps out, her eyes filled with fear and resignation. She hesitates for a moment before taking a timid step forward. As she passes by me, I feel a stinging sensation on my cheek. She slapped me. Hard. Fuck! I whirl around and grab her by the throat, pressing her back against the cell. I can feel her struggling to breathe, but it only makes my cock harder. I had underestimated her, but now I realize that the little kitten has claws. She tries to pry my hand off her throat with both of her hands, but my years as an assassin have made me incredibly strong. I lift her up with one hand still around her throat and stare into her eyes, our faces only inches apart. I should be furious, but I'm actually impressed. I show no emotion, just a cold smile.
“Behave, Adalina. Do you want to spend your time here in this cell?”
"No. That was for making me undress," she chokes out, her voice strained. I hold her gaze for a moment longer than necessary, then I let go of her. She stumbles backward, instinctively clutching her throat. I know I haven't physically harmed her. I only wanted to frighten her.
“Who gave you that bruise on your face?”
“My Father. Why do you care?” She is rubbing her throat acting like I tried to strangle her.
“Tell me.”
"I slapped Mario when he touched my ass, then I confronted my father, telling him that I refuse to marry Mario. Then my father slapped me. He warned me that if I didn't marry Mario, he would hand over my younger sister to him when she turns 18."
She stares at me. I can’t explain but her stare is unsettling for some reason. I feel a gnawing sensation in my gut.
"Do not slap my staff. Follow me," I command, leading her out of the cell across the dimly lit basement.
I lead Adalina up the narrow staircase, her footsteps echoing against the cold concrete walls. We emerge into the busy kitchen where Nona stirs a pot of bubbling marinara sauce. Nona turns to look at us and a hint of warning flickers in her eyes before she quickly averts her gaze.
Of course, Maxim Antonovich is sitting at the kitchen counter drinking a cup of coffee. I almost forgot about that fucking little weasel living here. My blood boils at the sight of him. I can't stand the way he leers at Adalina like she's a piece of meat.
"Nikolai, aren't you going to introduce me to your lovely guest?" Maxim stands up and walks over to us with a grin on his face.
"No. Fuck off, Maxim," I growl, not even bothering to hide my distaste.
"Who is she?" he persists.
"None of your damn business!" I snap back, my anger rising.
"My name is Adalina Gaito and Nikolai has kidnapped me!" Adalina's desperate eyes plead with Maxim for help.
"I thought you told me you were out of the human trafficking business," Maxim chuckles, not taking the situation seriously.
"Adalina is my guest. She will be staying with us for a while. "Stay the fuck away from her, Maxim," I warn him through gritted teeth. "She's off-limits, do you understand?"
