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He pushes his hands into his pockets, and even though his stance is casual, it doesn’t fool me. I know he’s capable of great violence at the drop of a hat.
“You’ll stay in the penthouse. Men will guard it around the clock, and if you try to leave, your father will die.” His eyes narrow on me. “And I won’t give him a quick death. I’ll fucking dismember him right in front of you.”
Horror shudders through me because I know he will carry out the threat.
He lets his terrifying words sink in before he continues, “You are not my guest. You’ll prepare every meal. You’ll keep the place spotless. If your health deteriorates, your father dies. If I see you crying, your father will pay for each tear you spill.” He takes a few steps closer to me, and I have to tip my head back to keep eye contact. “Do you understand?”
My dry lips part, and the single word trembles between us. “Yes.”
“Don’t get in my way, and you might survive living here,” he murmurs darkly.
I seriously doubt that.
He begins to walk, and his arm brushes against mine as he passes me.
“Come,topolina.”
My eyes flick to the TV, and I see Louisa cleaning Dad’s face. They’re quiet, and she keeps glancing nervously at Renzo’s two men, who are still watching them.
I wonder what Dad’s going to tell her. How will he explain why I’m not home?
Again, I’m struck hard with the realization that Dad bought a kidney on the black market. Renzo’s little brother was killed so I could live.
And now I’m a prisoner of a deranged man.
God help me.
“Skylar!” Renzo’s voice cracks like thunder in the air.
I jerk with fright and quickly rush to catch up to him, where he’s already halfway up the stairs.
At this rate, I’m going to die of a heart attack.
I follow Renzo to a bedroom that’s more luxurious than mine at home.
Crime must really pay well.
There’s a king-sized bed with light gray and cream bedding and pillows. A window and sliding door give me a stunning view of a balcony where potted ferns surround an outdoor lounge suite. I see skyscrapers and can only imagine how beautiful the view must be at night.
The wall behind the bed is made of slated granite, and to my left is a spacious walk-in closet that doesn’t look like it’s been used before.
I see another door, and cautiously moving closer, I peek into the ensuite bathroom, fitted with a shower and a tub that can easily pass for a jacuzzi.
Not bad for a prison cell.
“Your belongings will be here soon,” Renzo mutters before he steps away from the open door and disappears down the hallway.
I walk to the doorway and watch as he enters the room at the end of the hallway, which I’m guessing is his.
Letting out a sigh, I step back into the bedroom and shut the door. I dart to the bathroom to relieve my poor bladder that’s been put through the wringer.
While I wash my face, my eyes lock on my disheveled reflection, and all the hell I’ve been forced to endure the past twenty-four hours floods back like a destructive tsunami.
He shot Dr. Bentall as if it was nothing.
Renzo just killed him.
I squeeze my eyes shut as tears threaten to fall.
