CHAPTER SEVEN: A REASON TO GO

The sound of cars zooming into the compound jerked me out of deep thoughts. I was alone in the room, cast in darkness, waiting for Vincenzo to return. I was still in the white dress he bought me which was now tainted with blood—a man’s blood. I could still hear the starling sound of the gun shot that dropped him dead.

I didn’t wait for ‘Mr Kill Everyone That Touches What’s Mine’ to come up to my room. Instead, I wrapped my tangled hair up and marched downstairs in anger.

“Are you done shooting the whole of Chicago?” I asked on sight of him. His back was to me as he poured himself a drink from the bar.

“Oh my god..” I gasped when he turned around. Blood everywhere. He looked like he’d tore those men limb from limb.

He downed his entire drink and slammed the tumbler on the table. “Erica, go run me a bath.” He told the aged maid who was standing like a statue by the entrance. She nodded and left.

I noticed how she wasn’t even surprised by the bloody look on her boss. He probably came home almost everyday all bloody!

“What happened?” I asked like I could stomach the full details of him putting a bullet through people’s head.

“I killed his entire gang.” He said so casually like killing people was a fun thing to do.

I let out a shaky breath. I was trying so hard not to scream and run off. “You didn’t have to kill him or anyone.”

I instantly regretted my statement because of the flash of anger I saw in his eyes.

“Do you know where his hands were when I saw you pushed up against him, cara?” He asked, his jaws clenching as he prowled towards me.

I shook my head, slowly moving backwards.

“On you. His hands were on you!” He roared, sending me flat against the hard walls. “I will find the rest of his gang and put a bullet in their throats. I will cut off their fingers first and feed it to them.” He was now up close to me, his mouth a few inches from mine.

“This is insane. You’re insane!” I shouted at him.

“Watch how you talk to me, little one.” He warned in a scary low tone.

“Or what!?” I glared at him. I don’t know if it was the high of him so close to me or the pent-up frustration of the night but something was making me crazy.

“You pretty little thing.” He rumbled, rubbing the tip of his nose in circles on the heave of my bosom. “You want this.” He muttered.

“Want what?” I asked, my heart running a marathon. Him up so close to me with blood all over him was affecting me—in a sexy way. Oh God, what was I turning into?

“The fear, the rush of adrenaline, the blood. It’s what turns you on.”

“Vince—.”

He slammed a hard fist on the wall above me, making me jump in fear. “Don’t lie and don’t tell Daddy what he knows already!”

God, hearing Vince call himself the D-word caused a ruckus in my chest. I licked my lips, getting more and more turned on by the second. “Does it turn you on too?”

At this, he moved into me, pressing the bulging tent in the fly of his black trousers against my fluttering tummy. I suppressed a loud moan. “What do you think, princepessa?” He rasped as he rolled his waist into me, sending waves of electric pleasure rushing through my veins. This was the second time I was feeling his hardness and I was one hundred percent sure he was very much big in his pants. Big dick energy never lies.

I tried to move my hands to touch his sides but quickly, he took a step away from me.

“NO.” He growled, his eyes all cold.

“Why not?” I almost broke into tears. All these tension was too much for me to handle.

“I’m covered in blood. I won’t soil your pretty skin with my dirt.” He said with a softness that melted my heart. He cared.

“Okay. Let’s go shower and go to bed and then we can—’ I stopped. I stopped because he was shaking his head at me. He was refusing me.

“What is it?” I turned redder in embarrassment.

“You don’t get to cum tonight, cara. Not after your little display of insolence.” I was dumbfounded by his words. I wasn’t going to come tonight? Nothing was going to happen tonight after… everything!?

“Daddies don’t let bad girls cum.” He added and then turned away.

I watched him in bewilderment as he gallantly walked up the stairs until he was out of sight. I slipped down the wall, hitting my butt on the cold marble floors. I hugged my knees and began to sob quietly. Vincenzo was driving me insane and it was more of in a bad way than in a good way.

I needed to go. Get away from him. Before he ruins me.

I didn’t have a good night sleep all because I was anxious about the next morning. There was nothing to pack up, I mean it’s not like I was here on a vacation. I was abducted and then, I stupidly signed a NDA contract for a Daddy like a desperate, pathetic girl.

Gosh, I needed to get out of this place. Still in Vincenzo’s oversized grey tee and a pair of black trousers which I slept in, I headed for the gate, determined to make my way out of this nightmare.

“Open the gate!” I glared at the two hefty men in all black guarding the massive gate. There was no ‘Hi, wonderful morning to you’ look on my face so they knew I meant business.

“We can’t, Miss.” One said with his heavy looking head up in the sky.

“And why not?’ I folded my arms.

“The Capo’s orders.” The other said with a quick glance down at me.

Capo my foot! I almost said out loud but I knew better than to do that. So, I took in three much needed deep breaths and gave them a fake smile.

“Look, I’m not a prisoner here. I’ll be back, I just want to--.”

“You’re not going anywhere, cara” I heard Vincenzo’s commanding voice behind me.

Busted.

Slowly, I turned around to glare at him but then, I’m left in awe at the sight of him shirtless and in grey sweatpants. Sweet lord. He was glistening with sweat and his large chest moved up and down like he’d just finished jogging around his estate.

“I’m-I’m going back to my apartment.” I stammered, licking my dry lips and trying hard not to ogle his rigid abdomen—the great steps to heaven… or hell.

“On whose say so?” He raised a stern brow.

I scoffed. “Mine.”

“Yours.” He scoffed too. “Need I remind you, that you signed an NDA to be with me until 31 days..”

“You can’t threaten me with that illegal contract! One which you haven’t even fulfilled your end of the bargain!” I snapped at him.

“My end of the bargain.” He repeated, calmly.

“Yes. The one you promised to tie me up and eat me out until I saw stars? Yeah, how about we start with that one.” I fixed my hands on my hips, not backing down from giving him glare for glare and not also caring that his two men just heard me.

“You want me to tie you up and eat you out until you see stars?” He asked with a ghost of smirk on his handsome face.

I didn't even think before replying, "Yes!”

Vincenzo watched me with hooded eyes for a few nerve wracking seconds before suddenly, with the strength and quickness of a lion, he picked me up like a doll and flipped me over his right shoulder.

“Put me down! Put me down!” I slapped on his bulging back as he carried me back into his mansion.

I stopped yelling and throwing weak punches on him when he stopped at a dark mahogany large door.

He gently put me down and gripped my arm to keep me right next to him.

When the door clicked open, my heart seized for whatever it was at the other side. Vincenzo swept a dark gaze at me before pushing the door open and I gasped out loud, astounded at what my eyes beheld.