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“That’ll be the first and last time you address me in that manner,” I growl, turning to look at him.
“Critically. Methodically.Successfully,” I bark at him, the same words I repeat to my men every day.
“I have other plans. I want the girl. And I want her alive,” I grunt, looking back at the apartment before I rest my hand on the door handle.
“And I’m going to get her myself. Get the rope ready. I’ll be back in ten minutes,” I say, stepping out of the vehicle as I strip my jacket and roll up my sleeves, tossing the coat into the passenger seat.
“This is personal,” I state, before I slam the door and walk inside the massive apartment building, ready to meet the hidden princess and steal her away from her little palace.
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Lori
After walking Claudio out, I walk back inside my building and ride the elevator all the way up to the top floor. I set down my walking stick and toss my sunglasses on the foyer table. I haven’t really needed my stick in a while, but I’ve been anxious this week and don’t want to risk tripping or falling.
I walk into the kitchen and grab myself a glass of water. It took me over an hour to calm Claudio down, his drunken tears still echoing in my mind, my heart breaking for him. If this is what love is like, maybe I don’t want it after all. However, I can’t imagine living a life of complete solitude. And the reason she left him was because of the business, the very same reason why I have chosen to not be a part of it. So maybe… love won’t be painful for me since I’ve chosen to stay away.
My thoughts break when a knock sounds on the door. I smile, wondering what Claudio forgot this time. He may have sobered up slightly, but even so, the man forgets everything. He’d lose his head if it wasn’t attached to his body.
I open the door, freezing when I see the outline of a man that is not my brother, a man that I have never met before.
I look him up and down, trying to make out what little details of his features that I can. From what I can tell, his hair is styled on the top of his head, his face shadowed with a thick, black beard. His body is massive, like incredibly massive. His shoulders stretch the entire width of my door frame, bombarding me with his aggressive size. He smells unlike anything I’ve smelt before. Something foreign and rich, like he had been standing in the woods and soaked up all the sun. And handsome, definitely handsome.
“Can-can I help you with something?” I ask, my voice dry and cracked, coming out as a broken whisper as I stand there, mesmerized.
He chuckles. The sound is devoid of humor, and when I hear it, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my entire spine stiffens. This man should not be here. This man is not good.
“Yes, princess. You can help me with something, indeed,” he grumbles, lunging forward as a scream tears from my throat.
Before I can move, his hand is clamped over my mouth while the other wraps around my throat, cutting off my air supply as I flail helplessly in his arms.
CHAPTERTHREE
Marco
She’s flailing under my grasp like a fish and I can’t help but revel in the luscious sway of her breasts as she does. Although the woman is both impaired and the daughter of my sworn enemy, I’d be a fool to say that she wasn’t attractive.
I gorge myself on the sight of her chest as her lungs expand with rapid breaths, the outline of her nipples pressing and poking through the silk fabric of her white blouse. Her waist is narrow and trim, falling into the womanly curves of her hips that disappear under the short, red skirt that she’s wearing. When my gaze falls to her pale, shapely thighs, my chest vibrates with a growl, causing her large, hazel eyes to widen in response but, oddly enough, not in fear.
I slam the door behind me with my foot, removing my hand from her slender throat to lock it before I push her against the wall in the foyer. When her back meets the wall, I bring my nose to her throat, inhaling the jasmine scent of her perfume before I remove my hand and let it travel down the length of her torso. When my thick fingers nudge her skirt up, her nostrils flare from above my hand that’s still plastered over her mouth, her breathing now unsteady. I smile like the bastard that I am before I let my fingers wander beneath the red fabric, pressing against the cotton of her panties, right where her clit is.
A whimper slips past her plump lips, vibrating against the skin of my palm as I groan, my fingers circling the wet fabric of her underwear. When I look into those wide hazel eyes, I see fear mixed with desire.
She’s aroused by this—by me. Perhaps I'm not the only sick person in the room.
I bring my mouth to the shell of her ear, her neck craning upward as the hair of my beard scratches against her delicate flesh. I remove my hand from her panties, reluctantly, before I grab my gun from my trousers and place the barrel of it against her ribs, her eyes widening even more.
“You’re going to be a good girl for me, okay? I’m going to move my hand and you’re not going to scream; you’re going to listen. If you try to resist in any way, this bullet is going straight through your heart. Got it, princess?” I snap, tilting my head back to gaze at her as shaky breaths leave her small body.
She gazes at me for a moment, her eyes wide and searching, as if she’s trying to grab onto every detail of me. Which makes me wonder if her vision is completely gone.
Slowly, but surely, she nods.
I let my hand slip down her throat, wrapping it around her while my gun remainspressed against her rib cage. Her submission pleases me, her stiff muscles relaxing slightly as I gaze into her strange eyes.
“Tell me your name,” I order, my eyes traveling to her swollen lips, as if they were stung by a bee and painted with a raw cherry.
Her eyes narrow suddenly, her perfect breasts rising as she puffs out her chest defensively.
