“If you can find a way to get it without actually giving her back, have at it. He likes pussy. Gets more than his fair share too, the old fuck.”
Dammit.
I thought I was reaching her.
But I’m officially on my own.
“Put the collar on her,” Pete says, handing something that looks like a dog collar to Marisol.
She immediately wraps it around my neck snugly, buckling it in place and locking it before handing Pete what appears to be a key.
“That’s a shock collar,” he says to me. “If you so much as look at me wrong, you’ll get a shock. Want to know what it feels like?” He holds up a little remote and wiggles it.
“N-no,” I whisper.
He laughs. “Good girl. You’re already learning.”
“She need clothes,” Marisol says.
“Nope. No clothes. She stays naked until we land in Tirana. We’re using a private airfield so she won’t have to go through security. And I don’t trust her. If she has clothes, she’ll run.”
Like being naked will stop me if I have the chance.
But I don’t say that, let him think what he wants.
“You won’t need any clothes once we’re at our new home. You’ll be naked and ready for me to fuck you whenever I want.”
I simply watch him, trying to figure out why he gets off on this kind of power. He’s always said he loves me, never got over me, that we’re soulmates. This is how he treats a woman he loves?
He has no idea what love is, I realize. Not when we were teenagers and certainly not now.
“Take her back to the cellar and chain her up. Not the neck, just the arms. I already have my favorite accessory around her neck.”
I’m just about to stand up when I feel a shock and a yelp escapes me.
Pete winks. “That was just for fun. Get used to it.”
I reach up, rubbing the area under the collar, my heart thundering with fear and anxiety that momentarily overrides my determination to kill him.
“When do we leave for the airport?” Marisol asks him.
“About an hour.”
“Can I play with her until then?” Vito asks.
Pete turns with a scowl. “You know I’m ready to put a baby in her.”
“She has that implant in her arm. You can’t get her pregnant yet.”
“What implant?”
Vito laughs and turns to me. “Show him your arm.”
I don’t move.
“Show me your fucking arm!” Pete backhands me hard enough to snap my face to the other side.
Slowly, I lift my arm.
