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“You’re not staying here. I don’t like people,” I said.
“Maybe you need a housekeeper…”
“I have one of those.”
“How about a nanny?”
“I don’t have children.”
“Oh, yes, you don’t like people,” she teased, but for the first time, I saw a brief smile.
“You’ll have your freedom, Revenge, as soon as some things are wrapped up.”
I had an answer of sorts as to why she didn’t want to return home but I wasn’t convinced by it. She wasn’t a child, she wasn’t held under lock and key in her own home, so I had my doubts she was being truthful.
Chapter Three
Carlo recalled his conversation with Carlotti. He’d told him that I had located his daughter, and she would be returned to him soon. His gushing appreciation and thanks was nauseating, according to Carlo.
All the while I was with Carlo I had no need to visit Revenge but when alone, I felt a tug, a pull to talk to her. I constantly had to remind myself why I didn’t like her.
I’d declared my love once, as a silly teenager with raging hormones. She’d laughed at me. I had nothing to offer her, so she’d said. There was a small, irrational, part of my mind that wanted to out myself. She would know how successful I’d become over the years and I wondered if her attitude would be different.
Revenge – so aptly named, she certainly encouraged people to want to seek theirs.
She was sleeping when I crept to the hatch in the antechamber and peered through the gap. One arm was thrown above her head; her long dark hair was knotted and fanned out around her. The lower buttons of her once white shirt were open and showed a tanned and toned stomach. A glint of silver caught my eye. I wondered what her father thought of that navel piercing, I highly doubted he would approve. Perhaps that was her small act of rebellion.
She mumbled in her sleep, not coherently enough for me to understand, however. When she rolled to her side, she rested one hand on the waistband of her jeans, her fingertips just underneath the material. I felt my cock harden as I watched her. I didn’t want to be aroused, but there was, had always been, something siren about her. She’d bring any man to his knees, I was sure.
I wondered what expressions she made when she pleasured herself, what noises left her lips as she came. My hardness became painful and begged for some relief. I imagined running my tongue over her toned stomach, sucking that silver ring into my mouth, tugging at it with my teeth. As if my thoughts had been transmitted, she mewled gently.
The sound of wind howling and groaning outside the cave entrance echoed to the inner chambers, it startled her. She bolted upright and swung her legs from the bed. She tiptoed to the gate and waited, listening, I imagined. When she identified the sound, her shoulders slumped. I heard her sigh. Even that was arousing.
I needed her gone. She was fucking with my mind and I didn’t like that.
I walked back to find Carlo in the kitchen discussing menus with the housekeeper. She nodded her head to me and left.
“I want her gone, Carlo,” I said, reaching for a coffee cup.
“What’s happened?” he asked.
“Nothing in particular, she’s just…disrupting and I don’t like it.”
He softly chuckled. “What’s your plan?”
“I’ll hood her and we’ll move her out. We’ll make it look like an interception.”
Carlo nodded; it was a plan we’d used in the past when we’d played both kidnapper and rescuer. Anyone dumb enough to offer a good reward was worth the ploy. Double bubble, Carlo had called it once, a term he’d learned from a British friend that meant earning twice.
“When?”
“Tonight.”
Although that didn’t give us a lot of time, there wasn’t any real planning to do. Carlo would move her, I’d rescue her. We’d fire some guns, shout a lot, cause confusion, have her scared enough that she would be distraught, and I’d swoop in like a knight in shining armour and carry her to my charger.
It should have been simple.
I checked myself in the mirror. I wore all black clothing, gloves, and my mask. I had a handgun in a holster at my shoulder loaded with blanks. We didn’t want to run the risk of actually shooting ourselves, or her for that matter. Carlo was dressed similarly. It was he that headed down to the cave and returned a few minutes later with a hooded and bound, struggling Revenge. He shook his hand where she’d bitten him and he screwed his eyes at me in annoyance when I smirked.
