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I settle down and consider my options, and there’s only two. One more dangerous than the other. Of course, I opt for the most dangerous one, and reach the door handle and throw it open.
Are we on a highway? Yes.
Could I get seriously injured? Also, yes.
The air from the high speed we are traveling whips through my hair. Before I make it out completely, I feel strong hands pulling me back into the SUV.
“Are you trying to fucking kill yourself?” the man’s voice growls in frustration. He moves from his seat and mounts his body on top of mine, forcing my arms at my sides. Anger fuels through me.
“It’s probably better that I do it, than you do it.”
He snickers. “I’m not gonna kill you. I have a wee favor and you can go on your merry way.”
“It always starts with a favor,” I mutter under my breath.
“Let’s start with my name,” he suggests with a grin while still pinning me down. “My name is Dominick LaRocca. And your name is Geneva Castle. Now we are acquainted.”
I bore my eyes into his devil ones. There’s a slight crinkle to them when he smirks, and I want to smack that smirk off his devil face. But I might cut my hand on his sharp jawline. Oh, and the suit he’s wearing is definitely Italian made and expensive. And I really hate that he smells good, almost intoxicating. But I refuse to think such thoughts.
He seems familiar, but I can’t place him. I’m sure I will come to know eventually.
The SUV comes to halt, and we park in front of a large house.
“Now, if I release you, you will not run. Because it will be a long run before you find a main road,” he says, releasing my body as he shifts his stance. I saw exactly how we got here. That’s another gift I have. I know directions really well. But I play along and throw my hands up, letting him know I won’t run.
The driver opens my door, and I see a sprawling estate in front of me. This is a lot for one person, if he owns it. It’s very old timey as the vines climb up the front.
“Welcome to LaRocca Estate,” Dominick announces.
A house maid immediately opens the large door, welcoming us inside. She is wearing the traditional outfit of a maid of the house. “Good evening, Mr. LaRocca.,” she gestures with a curt nod.
“Good evening, Miss Belva. Belva, this is Geneva. Geneva, this is Belva.”
She reaches to shake my hand. “It’s so nice to meet you.”
I repeat her sentiments. I look around, and I’m in awe at the marble staircase that spirals upward with a black wrought iron banister. This place must be a fortune to run.
“Right this way,” Belva says, catching up to us and leading us to another room, where dishes of food spread across the long wooden table.
“Sit,” Dominick holds my chair out for me. He’s wearing a suit, and I see tattoos peeking out from his sleeve.
“Why am I here?” I immediately ask when he sits at the head of the table to my right. “My roommate will wonder where I am.”
“Your roommate is busy with her boyfriend.”
My eyes shoot to Dominick. How does he know so much about my life? And how does he know about Livia’s boyfriend because that is a big secret, no one else knows but me.
“Now, let’s eat first,” he suggests.
I know it’s no use arguing with a man like this. I can tell by his mannerisms and the way he talks. Everything done is when he wants it done. No sooner and no later. But it is annoying.
I reach for the roasted chicken and plop a piece on my plate, along with all the sides I can fit on my plate.
“You must be starving,” he says.
I smile with a mouthful. “I’m not used to eating so well.”
“Don’t they pay you well as a nurse at the jail?”
