Chapter Seventy Five

He stroked her back and soothed her for the few seconds she allowed him to comfort her then suddenly she stiffened and he knew she had remembered,

‘Toglimi le tue fottute mani di dosso.’  [Take your fucking hands off me.]

She snapped pulling away from him and getting off his lap anger burning through her,

‘È tutta colpa tua.’ [This all your fault.]

Romero sighed he had known once she remembered this was coming and he deserved it,

‘Sì, è colpa mia e mi dispiace così tanto che tu ti sia fatto male, per favore è stato puramente accidentale, non ti farei mai del male.’ [Yes it is my fault and I’m so sorry you got hurt, please it was purely accidental I would never hurt you.]

Juliette was not in a forgiving mood,

‘Get out.’

She snapped at him in English now, the fact she had automatically spoken in Italian had showed him she had remembered everything, standing on the other side of the bed she glared at him.

‘I said get out.’

She repeated and Romero gave her his killer sexy smile,

‘I heard you the first time little tigress but I’m not going anywhere until you listen to me.’

Lifting her chin she grabbed her clothes off the chair and stalked into the bathroom tossing over her shoulder,

‘We have nothing to say to each other, that’s what got me into hospital in the first place.’

Slamming the door he heard the key turn in the lock and ground his teeth in anger, if they had been at his villa he would just have kicked the lock in and then spanked her ass for her disobedience. He could not do that in a hospital, even if it was bankrolled by him, it was a Mafia hospital, almost all the staff were members of the Mafia who often had their wounds treated here without it being disclosed to the Police. Taking a deep breath he headed out of the room and spoke to his guards,

‘Tenete gli occhi su di lei. Non lascia questa stanza senza il mio permesso. Usa tutte le restrizioni che ritieni necessarie, ma lei rimane qui fino al mio ritorno.’ [Keep your eyes on her. She does not leave this room without my permission. Use whatever restraints you feel are necessary but she stays here until I return.]

The guards saluted him and he went back to the villa to get a room ready for her return, there was no way he was going to allow her to run again, even if it took spanking that pretty little ass until it was bright pink.

Juliette crept out of the shower fully dressed and headed for the window, she wasn’t stupid, she knew he would leave guards to prevent her escaping but she was as devious as he was. The treatment rooms were on the ground floor of the hospital and the private ones, for the Mafia Bosses, were around the back so they could come and go unnoticed. Pushing open the window she found  it only opened so far but it was enough for someone as slender as her to wriggle out of, it was agony, her bruised hip and back sending arrows of raw pain through her body but she gritted her teeth and dropped to the ground. Groaning with pain she looked at her dress, a huge tear had opened up where it had caught on the window mechanism. It was a side seam and it exposed alot of her back almost to her ass but she coould not let that bother her as she limped to the edge  of the building hugging the wall. Glancing around she ducked  back quickly when she saw a blacked out Mercedes draw up, crouhing down she peeped out and saw two men exit the car, one almost carrying the other into the hospital. She did not think about her actions instead she raced forward and slid into the drivers seat swinging the door shut behind her and when she saw the keys had been left just as she had hoped she let out the breath she had been holding. Sinking down in the seat until she could just see over the dashboard she released the brakes and let the car roll forward until it came to the end of the wall and slowly turned the wheel, holding her breath she manoevered it out of sight on to the main road. Once clear of the hospital grounds she sat up pressed the accelerator and raced toward the highway pleased that the other cars got out of her way because she was driving a Mafia car. Following the coast road she headed toward what she thought was the airport until the car suddenly cut out and she let out a frustrated gasp fighting to move it onto the grass verge out of the way of the traffic. She tried to start the engine again but nothing worked, the engine was dead with an angry oath she slapped the steering wheel .

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’

She cursed remembering what Romero had taught her, all the Mafia Dons had these cut out devices fitted to their cars. It was to stop rivals or simply car thieves stealing these expensive top of the range vehicles, they were worth a years annual income to most of the islanders so it had become a necessity. Then she remember something else and reached over into the backseat to grab the black jacket lying there. All the cars were fitted with a tracker to so whoever this one belonged to would know exactly where it had come to a stop. Pushing open the door she tugged on the jacket to hide her ripped dress and ran toward the trees flanking the road. It did not take her long to realise she had made a huge mistake, stopping to get her bearings she leaned against a tree panting hard and grimacing with pain. Her hip and back burned with pain and her head was throbbing so hard she thought it would explode, pushing herself away from the tree she took two steps and her legs buckled sending her to her knees making her cry out in agony. She needed to keep going but it was impossible almost blinded by the tears of pain running down her cheeks she knew she could not even stand up,                                                                                                                         ‘You are as stubborn as you are clever my little tigress.’