“Zane, what are you doing?” She gasps as she hits the wall, and I smile up at her before lifting her by the ass and burying my face between her legs. It doesn’t take long for her to get the picture, and with my tongue flicking against her clit, her legs start to shake, her fingers sink into my hair, and she shatters into a million little pieces.
When I’m finished licking every drop of her release away from her pussy and teasing her, I set her back on her feet and stand to my full height. Then I grip her by the chin and force her to look me in the eyes.
“No matter what happens, you’re mine, forever. I don’t care who your father tries to marry you off to. I don’t care what happens in this mansion. At the end of the day, there is only you and me. I own your fucking soul just as you own mine. Don’t tempt me to prove it to you again, because next time, I won’t take mercy.”
Dove’s big blues widen, and I see something that looks like excitement in them.
“I love you,” she says softly, her eyes dropping down to my chest. I release her chin and run my fingers down her chest, stopping at the scar along her belly. Back and forth, I move my finger. That scar is what binds us together. It’s what made me believe she was it for me. No one ever cared about me, not until she came along.
“I love you too,” I say, letting out a sigh before kissing the tip of her nose.
The problem is, I love her too much, and that just might be what gets me killed.
35
I try not to be bothered by the loneliness I feel, trapped in this stupidly large mansion while Zane is off doing god knows what for my father. It’ll be a long time before I forget the bloodied mess he showed up as the other night.
This place is a thousand times worse than the bunker. At least there, Zane and I were alone, and there wasn’t a knife hanging over our heads, threatening to fall and severe our necks at any given second.
Tossing the paperback down on the mattress, I climb out of bed and exit the room. Since our attempted escape, Matteo has posted more guards near our bedroom and throughout the house. Almost as if he thinks we’re stupid enough to try again. I haven’t told Zane yet, and I don’t know if I’m going to, but I plan to be the one to get us out of this mess.
And the easiest person to start with is the one who holds all the power: my father. Meandering down the hall, I pass a couple of guards who are posted there. They give me apprehensive looks, but don’t say anything as I continue on my merry way.
Walking down the grand staircase, I run my hands along the banister. The polished wood is so shiny, I can almost see myself in it, and I wonder briefly how long the maids spend cleaning this place? Reaching the last step, I continue my exploration of the house and head into the dining area. Yet another clean room. Huffing, I walk in the direction of Matteo’s office.
A sour film coats my mouth, and it feels like I’m betraying Zane by seeking Matteo out. There isn’t any way around it. If I want to convince him that I’m on his side, that I’ll follow his orders, I’m going to have to act like I give a shit about him and what he says.
Tiptoeing down the hall, I grow closer to his office. Matteo’s voice filters out into the hall through the partly open door. He must be on the phone with someone.
“Make sure the product is as he said and only call me if you have a problem!” The finality in his words makes me shiver. A man like Matteo has no cares, no compassion or heart. All he sees his people as—including me—are pieces on a chessboard, little does he know, he’s going to become my pawn. Curling my hand into a fist, I gently lift it and bring it to the door, knocking twice before letting my hand fall back down to my side.
“Come in,” he grumbles, and I force a stoic mask onto my face. Be strong. Look the part.
Exhaling, I walk into his office. His beady eyes flick from annoyance to shock while motioning me into the room. I take slow, hesitant steps, remembering how I told him I hated him and would never be his daughter. Look at me now, buttering up the enemy, like he didn’t arrange to have the shit beat out of the man I love the other night.
“What can I do for you, my daughter?” I do my best not to look as out of my element as I truly feel.
“I want to learn more about you and the family business.”
Chuckling, he leans back in his chair, a brief second passes, where neither of us says a thing. Then his lips part, and he asks, “You’re serious?”
“You said I’m your only heir and that I should prepare to take over the family business, so here I am.”
The chair squeaks as he leans forward, placing his elbows on the desk, clasping his hands together. “You expect me to believe that you want something to do with me after what you told me in the basement?”
I shrug. “When you hurt people I care about, you should expect me to lash out. I was hurt and understandably so, but I’ve come to the conclusion that you aren’t ever going to let me go so I might as well stop fighting the inevitable. It’s time I stepped up to the plate. You want me to marry soon and produce grandchildren. This business will be mine someday, and I have a right to know all the ins and outs.”
The apprehension in his face tells me he doesn’t believe me. A smile creeps onto his lips, and I swallow thickly, unsure if I can follow through with this.
Staring me in the eyes, he says, “I’m a lot of things, sweetheart, but I’m not an idiot. We can play pretend if you want, till you decide to get on the horse and ride, just know that I’m in control of everything and everyone in this house.”
“I’m here and willing, now will you answer my questions and help me get to know you and the family better or should I try and escape again?” It’s either the stupidest or smartest thing I’ve ever said.
Matteo’s face becomes a blank canvas, and I try and hide the slight tremble of my body. Zane isn’t here to save me this time, and talking like this is only going to help dig my grave. After a long second, he finally speaks.
“You know what will happen if you try and escape again, now come sit, and you can ask your questions.”
Nodding, I walk to the front of his desk and plop my ass down in one of the leather chairs. Placing my hands in my lap, I slowly drag my eyes up to meet his dark ones.
“Before you tell me about the business, I was actually wondering if you could tell me anything about… my mother? What was she like? Why didn’t she try and find you after she escaped her husband? What made you fall in love with her? Anything, really. I don’t even know her name...”
Easing back into the chair, Matteo drums his fingers on the wooden desk. “Your mother was special. She was looking for love since her husband was more concerned with making a name for himself than being the man she needed. We met at a charity event. I saw her from across the room and knew I had to have her.”
“So, you knew she was married when you met her, and you still approached her?”
Matteo nods. “I did, but it’s very common in our world to be in a loveless marriage. Women are promised to men and seen as a joining of two families into one. It’s more about power than anything. I didn’t care that your mother was married. All I wanted was a taste.”
The way he talks about my mother almost annoys me. Like she was nothing more than a piece of arm candy, or meat for him. I can tell from the tone in his voice and the use of the word taste, that she wasn’t important to him. There is no love in his voice, only a sense of accomplishment. I don’t know her, and I’ll never get the chance to, but she’s still my mother, and that fact alone means she deserves a little bit of respect.