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The man scowls as he looks down at me on the floor. "Are you really that revolted by the Boss?" He shakes his head. "All you Don princesses are spoiled. He gave you his fucking room, and look at you."
Maria murmurs under her breath, and while I don't hear everything that she says, I do hear the wordsmorning sickness.
The man next to her smirks. "Those things don't happen overnight, Maria. And what are the odds here that Princess Fiore didn't walk down the aisle as a squeaky-clean virgin? Nah, she’s just spoiled and not appreciating how much worse things could be for her."
He makes it sound like I’m getting special treatment. I suppose maybe I am since I expected to be locked up in some dingy, dark place and tortured. I wonder why Niko is treating me differently? Is it just the sex? It has to be.
"Okay, Princess, we've got to get on the road,” he says.
"The Boss wants her to eat, and she hasn't finished,” Maria says.
"She can eat when we get there. I don't really want her puking in the car." He makes a face.
Maria shrugs and leaves the bathroom, presumably to go back to work.
The man comes over and hooks his hand underneath my arm, hoisting me up off the floor. "Get yourself cleaned up, and then we're going."
I make my way to the basin to rinse my mouth out and brush my teeth with the toothbrush that had been left for me. When I finish, I exit the bathroom, and the man is standing by the window, his arms crossed as he looks out over the city.
"Where are we going?"
He turns. "To the compound. I guess you don't have anything with you to pack. We've already trashed that wedding dress." He watches me like he expects me to be upset about that. But I'm not. "Come on, let's go."
"What do I call you?" I ask as we take the elevator down to the garage.
"Donovan."
I arch a brow. "You're Irish?"
"Irish mother. Italian father. Ricci is my last name."
I'm sort of surprised that he is sharing so much with me. Then again, what's the big deal that I know his name?
When the elevator stops, we step out, and immediately, I scan the basement garage. If there's a chance for me to get away, this is the moment to do it. But of course, the garage is closed, sealed up tight. I see two armed guards by the garage doors, and I suspect there are some outside them as well. Some might call it paranoia, but men like Niko aren’t always the hunter. Sometimes, they’re the prey. I imagine my father and Don Abate are planning how to retrieve me. If only it was because one of them actually cared about me.
A hand wraps around my upper arm, fingers squeezing tightly. "Don't even think about it, Princess."
"My name isn’t Princess." I want to jerk my arm out of his hand but resist the urge. I don't want him to misinterpret the move as resisting and trying to run away. I know that men like him aren't beyond using violence against women, and while Niko said none of them would touch me in a sexual way, I don't think they’ve been ordered not to hurt me if they deem it necessary.
He leads me to an SUV, opening the back door. "If you're going to behave, I won’t have to restrain you."
I climb into the back seat. He shuts the door, and I settle in even though I'm not sure how far it is to the so-called compound. My guess is it's out of Manhattan, which means we’ll likely be in the vehicle for an hour, likely more.
Donovan starts the car and inches up to the garage door, which opens. The guards are on alert and then motion for him to pull out. We merge into traffic and start our way toward wherever we’re going.
I lean my head against the window, watching the city pass by. All the hundreds of people on the street don’t notice me,a kidnapped woman. It’s odd to have so many potential good Samaritans just outside the vehicle, but none can help me.
“You’re quiet for once, Princess,” he quips.
“Do you want me to talk?”
He laughs. “Hell no. It’s just nice that you’ve finally come to terms with the situation. It’s smart. The Boss can be generous, but he’ll kill you in an instant if you become too much trouble.”
I swallow as fear slides down my spine.
Donovan’s phone rings, and he answers it. "Yeah, Boss."
I know it's Niko, but I can't hear what he is saying. The only thing I notice is Donovan's gaze looking at me through the rearview mirror before returning to the road.
