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"Oh, God. If he finds out…"
She doesn't need to finish the sentence. I know that what I'm doing is speeding up my demise.
"Has he hurt you?" she asks.
"No. I mean, he made me ride in the trunk and tied me up, but he has me confined to a room in his house. I'm not tied up and locked away somewhere. So there's that."
There's a long pause. "Did he touch you?"
I vacillate on what I should say. It's not that I want to lie, but I also don't want to give the impression that I've been forcibly taken. Then again, had I shown any resistance, he might've done just that.
But two months ago, I had handed myself over willingly in exchange for $100,000. If taking me from my father and Romeo didn't give Niko a sense of entitlement to my body, the hundred thousand dollars certainly did.
"Oh, my God, Elena. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. He wasn't rough. He didn't hurt me.” I decide not to share that I liked it. “But just because he's not being openly cruel doesn't mean I'm safe. I just don't know what to do. I can't imagine that Dad isn't finding a way to get me back, but only for his pride. And if he does, he'll turn me over Romeo. I don't want that, either."
"No, you wouldn't. Right now, you just need to do what you can to not make him angry. Toe the line, but pay attention. I'll see if there's something I can do on my end."
I appreciate that she wants to help me, but I also know that I can't have a lot of hope and faith that she'll be able to. I don't completely know about her marriage to Don Giuseppe, but I know she has no power. My father essentially sold her to him. And even if she had some sway, I couldn’t imagine he would care about me all the way in New York.
I finish the call and put the phone back on the table next to the tray. Was it upright or face down? I can't remember, and not knowing sends my nerves into a tizzy again. I don’t want to leave any hint that I touched it, much less used it.
I leave it and then go over to the window to look out at the view. I'm in a city filled with millions of people. Below on the streets and sidewalks are people driving and walking by. In the apartments around me and across from me are more people. But I am all alone. There's no one here to help me.
Over time, my fear and despair turn into boredom, and just when I'm about to go ask the guard to get Maria to see if there are books or something for me to do, the door pops open and she walks in. She goes over to pick up the tray and sees the phone. She looks up at me with suspicion.
I shrugged. "He left it there."
She looks at it again, and I get the feeling she's trying to decide whether she should take it or leave it there. If he had left it there on purpose, she could get in trouble by taking it. But if it had been an accident, she could get in trouble for leaving it where I could use it.
Apparently, she decides to leave it as she takes the tray and heads to the door.
"Maria? Do you have any books or anything? Is there something I can do to fill the time?"
"I will bring you some books."
She leaves and fifteen minutes later returns with a basket filled with books. There is a mixture of classics and mysteries. I thank her and pluck a book from the basket and sit on the bed to read.
Hours later, feeling tired, I go to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I really don’t want to get naked as I know he wants me to. But I also know it is unwise to defy him, taking his phone notwithstanding.
I compromise by undressing and putting on the robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. I climb into bed and curl into a ball. Exhaustion and fear don’t mix. I desperately want tosleep, but all I can think about are Niko's words when I asked him if he was going to kill me.
Not right now.
Not now, but when? I wonder how much time I have left.
10
NIKO
Ileave Elena and stroll to my office. The scent of her lingers on me, around me. The image of my cock in her mouth and the look of triumph in her eyes have my dick twitching in my pants.
Taking a deep breath, I sit behind my desk, reminding myself that I have more important things to do than to fuck Elena Fiori. But fucking hell. What is it about her? My enemies, even those around me, think I'm ruthless, that I don't feel a damned thing. They're wrong. Elena makes me feel. Too much.
What I can’t figure out is why she sold her virginity. The obvious reason would be to escape from under her father’s thumb or the marriage to Romeo. But she didn’t. Why? There’s a part of me that wonders again if this is an elaborate plan on Fiori’s part. But would he really sell her virginity, which in our world was her most important asset? And he had no way of knowing I’d show up at her wedding, a wedding that wouldn’t occur if the Abates knew she wasn’t a virgin. It doesn’t make any sense.
I have to believe that her father and the Abates believed she was as pure as snow, even though she wasn’t. That thought fillsme with glee because they know that she’s no longer pure now. They know that part of my revenge will be to take that from her. I wonder what they’d think knowing she’s already sold her virginity to me. That comes with some satisfaction too. Maybe I’ll tell them.
