Dismissing it, I stood up when it was safe to remove the seat belts and walked toward the cabin, where Rosa held an iPad on her lap. Her head rose and her eyes hooded for a bit when she scanned them over my body.
“Who gave you that thing to play?” She pointed her finger at Michael, who scooted up on Vitya’s lap, sighing in pleasure. Those two probably shared the air they breathed, considering they never separated longer than an hour. “Enjoying?” Resting my arm on the wall, I crossed my legs. “Candy Crush sure is addictive.”
She ignored me, little shit. However, we had some important things to cover. “Rosa.” Nothing, her head still bent over the game as she somehow managed to move her fingers flawlessly on the device still tied up. So I tried again, this time steel coloring my voice. “Rosa.” Finally, she snapped her attention to me. “Why were you planning to go with Lorenzo to Italy?” I could barely say those words without breaking someone’s neck, which I probably did when I hit Dima so hard after he delivered the information. The poor guy fell to the ground.
Blinking a few times, a deep line formed when her eyebrows came together. “Italy?”
“Yes. Two tickets, first class.” Surprise flashed through her eyes. She opened her mouth, but then closed it and smirked.
Honest to God, she fucking smirked at me while I questioned her about another man!
“Well, the historical land called to me,” she said in singsong voice.
“Rosa.”
“What?” Her eyes widened in mock shock. “Is there more? Maybe we even had the chance to plan our honeymoon?”
The leash I put on my temper snapped, as I barked, “Don’t put yourself, Lorenzo, and the word honeymoon in the same sentence.”
“Whatever. I’m kind of busy, so could you shut up?”
My fists clenched, and I leaned to her ear, as the smell of roses and lavender washed over me and my eyes closed, enjoying it as it calmed the beast raging inside me to claim my woman when she joked so carelessly about another man. “Rosa, be careful.” Biting on her earlobe and then immediately soothing it with my tongue, it didn't escape my notice how her breath hitched and her heartbeat sped up.
With that, I went back to the bedroom to make an important call home, so they’d have everything arranged after our fourteen-hour flight.
Rosa
“Would you like something to drink?” the stewardess asked, straightening her black uniform, a tight smile on her face. She kept throwing disapproving glances toward Vitya and Michael who snuggled on the nearby chair, whispering into each other’s ears. Clearly, the woman didn't like man-on-man action.
Honestly, I was surprised with their display of affection, considering gays had no place in mafias, and they were usually punished for it, if they couldn't be discreet. However, it was evident to everyone how much they loved each other, and the romantic in me even envied them for it.
“No, thank you,” I replied, and rested my head on the window, dismissing her. She muttered something under her breath, and by the click of her heels, I knew she headed to the front of the cabin.
Gazing out the window at the bright blue sky with soft-as-cotton white clouds, I tried to focus my mind on anything but the sexy Russian mafia boss who currently sat opposite me. Without even looking at him, I was sure his whole attention was on me.
My hands were bound tight on my lap, so I didn't have anywhere to go even if I wanted.
And I didn't want it, because it made no sense.
The man kidnapped me and believed I belonged to him. No amount of reasoning would change his mind, so why waste the energy?
“This time for sure, you started a war,” I spoke softly, finally locking my eyes with his as my breath hitched. Amber pools were filled with desire and longing, and his fists clenched, probably from the inability to touch me.
Dominic shrugged, not caring in the least for the consequences of his decision.
Arrogant jerk.
Sexy, smoking hot, delicious, arrogant jerk.
The man exuded an aura of dominance and danger, and everything inside me wanted to submit to him and let him have his way with me.
His shoulder-length dark hair emphasized his amber eyes with long lashes and tanned skin. He didn’t have an empty place on his bulky figure. Various tattoos marked his skin and made me want to lick it and trace those markings with my tongue. The man filled me with images of white satin sheets and our bodies entwined with one another as sweat covered our skin.
Control, Rosa. Control.
I shifted uncomfortably on my seat, which didn't escape his notice, and a frown marred his face. “Are you all right?”
I wondered if he regretted the promise he had given me. Raising my hands, I wiggled my fingers, and asked, “Is this really necessary? Don’t know about you, but I wouldn't jump out of the plane. Even if it meant escaping your company.” His eyes narrowed, but he ignored my words and continued to sip his coffee. However, I was so freaking tired of him, my dad, and their war that I poked the bear when I probably shouldn't have. “I wish I were back in Italy though. Lorenzo sure is a more interesting man to talk to than you.” Sighing heavily, I added dramatically, “Too bad you snatched me right before our engagement.” The last part was a lie, because although Dad kept on pushing me toward him, he never mentioned a wedding as a sure thing. Not to mention, the guy in question was scared shitless of the pakhan of the Bratva. He wouldn't dare touch me.
