“Stop fucking fighting, dammit.”
“No!” I yell. “I will not stop fighting. I’m not just going to lie here and let you kill me!” Enzo’s arms wrap tightly around my chest. His hand on my throat keeping me from trying to headbutt him again. In this position, I can’t move at all. I’m completely at his mercy, and some fucked-up part of me likes it. The wet gush between my legs is proof of my insanity.
“Relax, little devil. I didn’t bring you here to kill you.” Enzo tilts my head to the side and bites my neck hard. A moan escapes before I can stop it, and the asshole chuckles. “I’m going to slide out from under you, and you’re going to be still and stop trying to get free. Do you understand?”
I nod as much as his hold on my throat will allow. He releases my throat and moves his legs off mine.
“Bend your knees and lift your ass for me.” He commands. For some fucked-up reason I can’t explain, I do as I’m told, andEnzo slides himself out from under me and rolls himself until he’s sitting on the side of the bed next to me.
“Don’t move.” He stands up and moves to the closet. When he comes back out, he’s holding the spreader bar. I start to scoot myself back up toward the headboard only to have his big, meaty hand grip my ankle and pull me back. “I said don’t move.”
He grabs my right leg and attaches the spreader bar to my ankle, then grabs the left leg and does the same. I’m locked down and spread wide for him to do with as he pleases.
My arousal spikes. My panties are soaked. My pulse is thrumming in anticipation of what’s to come.
Me. I hope.
No, he isn’t here to fuck me. He was ordered tohandleme. Nazario Venatti wants me dead. He believes I’m a traitor. A spy. That I had a hand in his brother’s being shot. No matter how much I wish Enzo would punish me physically in a way that would relieve both our stress and frustration, I know that’s not why he brought me here.
Right?
Enzo stands back admiring his work, rubbing his hand across his chin. With a tip of his chin, he seems to have made a decision. He walks to the side of the bed, picking up the knife he dropped earlier, and without warning he grips the top of my dress, cutting it down the middle, exposing my body to him. The cool air hits my skin, and I shiver. Goosebumps break out across my skin, and he smiles that wicked smile.
“I like the garters. They can stay. But everything else must go.” With that, he starts cutting and pulling until all that’s left is my naked body spread-eagle on his bed. The only piece of clothing remaining is my garter belt.
Enzo steps between my legs, tracing the garters with his fingers, then snaps them against my skin. “Just making sure you’re not hiding any other weapons I need to confiscate.”
I glare at the bastard, which only makes him smile more.
He slaps my thigh hard, then he steps back away from the bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He slides his fingers across the screen, then types rapidly. When he’s done with whatever he’s doing on his phone, he spins for the door.
“Wait. Where are you going?” Is he going to leave me here like this? Tied up and naked.
You mean hot and bothered.
He glances over his shoulder, then shrugs. “I need to go have a chat with your friend in the basement. But I’ll be back … eventually.” He steps out of the room, closing the door behind him. I hear the lock click into place and growl into the empty room.
“Asshole!”
18
ENZO
Leaving Althea mostly naked and tied to my bed isn’t what I want to do right now. I can think of several things I’d rather be doing with her in that state, but I have shit to do and arrangements to make before shit gets even further off the rails and Nazario starts dropping bodies all over town looking for answers.
I need to go speak with Naz but decide to head down to the basement to see Stavros and Drew first. I’ll get to Naz in a few, but I need to find out what Althea’s guard dogs are going to do first.
Pulling out the clone of Althea’s phone, I locate Liam’s number and make the call. He answers on the first ring.
“Thea? Where the hell are you? Where’s Drew? Are you all right?” he shoots off the questions in rapid succession.
“Why don’t you come and see for yourself how she’s doing? Meet me down at The Mansion,” I demand.
“Who is this? Where’s Althea?”
“You know who this is.” I wait for him to connect the dots. The heavy sigh on the other end of the phone lets me know he’s put two and two together. So, I continue my demands. “Bringa bag of Althea’s clothes. Anything she might need to travel, including her passport in case we need to get her out of the country for a little while.”
“Out of the country?” Liam asks, surprised. “Why would we need to leave the country? Is she in trouble?”
