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I shake my head. “It would be a miracle if you ever see him again.”
Before she leaves, she asks, “Who the fuck are you, anyway? You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”
I cross my legs under the desk as I grab my drink.
“My name is Dante Salvatore, Miss. Brockman. And I am your worst nightmare.”
Chapter 4
Serenity
Theytakemebackand I search the apartment, but I know the money isn’t there. The bastard probably took it with him. He’s probably in a villa in Belize, treating himself to hookers and expensive Champagne while I’m stuck here cleaning up his mess.
Jesus, what kind of a father is he?
Dante said there were other ways I could repay him, and I knew what he meant. My body. Of all the things I could be doing, that isn’t the worst. He’s handsome, has tattoos, and knows how to wear a suit.
But he’s dangerous, and I can’t forget that. He said he’s my worst nightmare.
I hear a creak behind me, and one of Dante’s goons is leaning against the door frame.
“Time to go,” he says.
For a moment, I think to start running, but something about my face probably gives it away because this man stalks toward me and yanks me off the floor.
“Don’t, Miss. Mr. Salvatore wouldn’t like it.”
He drags me out to the car, shoves me into the back seat, and we drive off back to hell.
When we get back, the sky is pitch black. I can see only one light in the house, and Dante is standing at the large window like he’s Lucifer, and I’m about to walk through the gates of hell. He takes a sip of his drink in his crystal class.
His man shoves me, and we go back into the house. However, this time, instead of heading up to his office, we walk up the stairs, turn left and go down the hall. Our footsteps echo across the dark marble floor. This place is a mansion. We pass rows of rooms and hallways that lead farther into the house.
The man opens the door and gestures to me to step inside.
He flicks on the light, revealing a massive suite with multiple rooms. The floor is the same dark marble as the outside. You can even see your reflection in it. The walls are a gray textured wallpaper. There’s minimal furniture, but there are multiple rooms within the room. Archways open up to a bedroom, which looks like a living room, and onto a balcony. On my left is the only set of doors I can see. Big blue double doors like the ones in Dante’s office.
The door shuts, and I turn around to see Dante standing there. The other man is gone.
“What am I doing here?” I ask.
Dante takes a few steps forward, closing the gap between us. My breath hitches as his body presses against mine. He places his hand on the small of my back and directs me to the doors.
When he opens them, I gasp. Inside the middle of the dark blue room is a bird cage. A giant one. It fills almost the entire room. Silver metal bars blink at me as Dante passes by me and opens the cage door.
“Get in,” he says, and my eyes widen.
“Excuse me?”
“Can you not hear me? I said, get in. I need to make sure you aren’t going to run off. You still have a debt to pay.”
Dante’s patience seems to be running out because he pulls back a piece of his jacket, revealing a gun.
“I won’t tell you again, Serenity.” His voice is menacing, and I have no choice but to step into the cage.
When I step inside, I see a bed in it.
“So I’m going to sleep here,” I remark.
