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We step into the elevator, and when the doors close, I press the button for the basement. Without thinking my hand slides down her wrist until my fingers wrap around her slender ones.
I feel her hand tremble in mine and mutter, “I’m taking you to see your father.”
Her head snaps up, her eyes widening with disbelief.
“You’ll have thirty minutes to visit with him while I take care of some business. Fuck up, and I won’t allow another visit.”
She nods quickly, her eyes still wide on me.
“I’m doing this so you don’t fucking die of depression,” I add so she doesn’t make the mistake of thinking I care about her.
During the power outage last week, I almost fucked up. I was a second away from kissing the woman just because Franco and Dario got into my head.
Fucking little shits.
Still, Franco’s words keep popping into my mind at the most random times, and I find myself thinking more and more of Skylar as a woman and less as a prisoner.
My little captive might just turn out to be my downfall if I’m not careful.
The elevator doors slide open, and I tug Skylar out of it. Vincenzo and Fabrizio quickly get out of the Bentley, giving me questioning looks.
I open the back door and don’t even have to give an order for Skylar to get in. She pulls her hand from mine, and while she climbs into the back of the car, I glance at my men and say, “We’re going to the warehouse.”
I get in beside Skylar and don’t miss the emotional smile wavering around her lips.
When Vincenzo starts the engine, Skylar whispers, “Thank you.”
Turning my head, I stare at her beautiful face. There are still dark circles beneath her eyes. I was getting worried, but Bianca assured me after the last checkup that Skylar’s doing well and the kidney is functioning as it should.
Her eyes meet mine, and we stare at each other for a moment before I glance away.
I become aware of my heart beating a little faster and try to ignore the fucking organ.
The ride to the warehouse is filled with silence, but I feel the excitement coming in waves from Skylar and soon find myself looking at her again.
Her bottom lip is being tortured by her teeth, and her eyes are shimmering with unshed tears. Her hands tremble where they’re clasped together on her lap.
When Vincenzo brings the Bentley to a stop, Skylar’s eyes turn to me. She hesitates for a moment, then says, “You said if I cry, you’ll make my father pay for each tear.”
I forgot I said that to her.
Her tone is soft as she pleads, “I’m not sure I can hold back the tears when I see him. Please don’t hurt him.”
Fuck, she’s asking permission to cry, and it hits me square in the chest.
Unable to speak, I just nod before I shove the door open and climb out of the car.
Skylar’s right behind me as I walk into the warehouse. I glance around the open space that’s slowly filling with crates as we get ready for a shipment that’s due for Somalia.
Walking into the office that’s become Elio’s second home since I took Skylar, I find my right-hand man hard at work.
“Do you ever go home?” I ask.
His head snaps up, then he leans back in the chair and sighs. “I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”
His eyes move between Skylar and me.
“I’ll only be here for half an hour or so.”
