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I’d killed before and would do so again.
Without my conscience interfering.
Without worrying about consequences.
Death and violence were in my blood going as far back as the fourteen hundreds. I was born and bred to be a killing machine, my father ensuring that at least one of his sons had the killer instinct. I had that and then some.
I also had the need to possess her, the desire akin to the need to exterminate my enemies.
“I know that look,” Rocco said quietly, a grin remaining on his face.
“What look is that?”
“The one that says if anyone crosses you, dares try to prevent you from taking what you want, there will be no hesitation. You will annihilate your enemy.”
“And what do you think that is?” I was curious how transparent I’d been.
“You’ve finally found the only woman who can soothe the savage beast.”
I laughed but in truth he was right. While I would do everything in my power to avoid fulfilling my physical needs until the situation was rectified, Delaney had already done irreversible damage by tempting both me and fate.
Now she would face the consequences. She would soon belong to me forever.
First, I’d send the cartel leader a message he wouldn’t soon forget. But it would have the added finesse of being done my way.
Soon, the streets of New Orleans would be painted red in honor of Mardi Gras.
Who said I couldn’t be a fun-loving man after all?
CHAPTER 16
Delaney
Mardi Gras.
Soon, the celebration would be in full swing. I’d felt the vibes as I’d been driven to Francois’ house, every bar and restaurant packed in a twenty-block radius surrounding Bourbon Street. If I was allowed to walk outside, I was certain I’d be able to hear a collective pulse of music coming from the vibrant city. But I wasn’t allowed to go outside.
I’d been required to follow so many rules it felt like how to breathe was one of them.
Don’t make a call unless it’s to me.
Do not go outside.
Do not challenge Daniel or his men. If they give you an order, you follow it.
Do not think about escaping.
As if I could. I was certain the men standing guard on the beautiful property had been given direct orders to shackle me to something or perhaps lock me inside a dungeon should the need arise. My handsome captor’s last words had been a reminder of the kind of harsh punishment I’d receive should I dare disobey him.
I shuddered from the thought, mostly because with every thought of being disciplined, another vast array of filthy images tore through my mind.
I meandered through the house, my wineglass in my hand, studying the expensive artwork and provocative sculptures, dancing to music that only existed in my mind. At least I had a companion in Sadie, the fluffy girl trailing behind me, finding a toy or two along the way. I was still in mild shock he owned a dog, the simple understanding giving me hope. Of what I wasn’t certain. We weren’t destined to be together. He’d made that clear by his actions alone.
Oh, well. A girl could dream.
I moved to the fireplace in the living room, staring up at the seduction being displayed on the huge canvas, marveling in the breathtaking beauty that was all about sadism. The female model was tied, the art of Shibari used. I’d always marveled in the work, although had been terrified of allowing anyone to have that much control.
The expression on the woman’s face as she was being tormented with a feather was priceless. It was as if the brushing from the masked man’s hand was hurting yet driving her to the point of a mind-blowing orgasm. I felt another intense pulse between my legs. You could certainly learn a lot about a man from his works of art.
