Nothing was there but the building anger that started replacing everything else in her eyes.
"I need to know your name, kitten."
A little smirk played on her lips as her eyes ran over my face, as if she was memorizing it, storing it somewhere in the back of her mind. My thumb took a mind of its own, dragging over her bottom lip, painting it crimson as my blood kept running down the wound and over my hand.
"Tell me," I growled., Desperate to know..
She stepped closer to me, pulling Gio and Damian with her.
"I'm your biggest fucking nightmare,svinjo jedna."
I expected her to be scared. I expected her to beg for her life. But when her lips parted and thatlittle smirk stayed firmly on as she spat in my face, that... That was unexpected.
Gio and Damian looked at each other, then at her, then at me, and I could see the questions popping in their minds. Me?
I laughed. And fucking laughed some more as I dragged my other hand over my face, gathering her spit before bringing it to my lips, licking it away while keeping my eyes at her.
"This," I leaned down, pressing my forehead to hers, "is going to be so much fun."
She pushed against Gio and Damian as I took a step back.
"Take her to the car."
I was nowhere near done with my kitten
Sarai la mia bellissima rovina.
4
AJLA
"Where are you taking me?"I asked no one in particular for about a hundredth time as we drove through the streets of Redmont, rain peppering the windshield. I’d joked more times than necessary that if I ever got kidnapped, they’d return me immediately. But now that I was in that situation, I didn't think they were planning on returning me at all.
Or if they were, they definitely weren't talking about it.
The man who made my blood boil and, much to my chagrin, my ovaries sing, Nicolas fucking Moretti, sat on my right, holding his hand to his chest without even looking at me. The one that held me when I tried to escape sat on my left, also ignoring me. The third was currently driving,periodically looking into the rearview mirror as if I was capable of doing anything wedged between these two baboons with my hands tied.
That's right. The moment we got to their car, they tied my hands. I was honestly surprised they hadn't blindfolded me too, but I guessed they weren't planning on letting me out any time soon, so there was probably no need. Not like I could run from them. God knows I've tried, and look where that got me.
I took another glance at the dried blood on his hand, smirking when I remembered the look on his face after I stabbed him. Not gonna lie, I’d been shocked as well. But I guess when you're stuck between fight or flight, you kinda choose both and pray for the best possible outcome. Did it piss him off even more? Oh, absolutely. But he’d been an asshole when he knelt in front of me, threatening me not just with his words, but also with his presence.
Gone was the man who’d looked at me like he wanted to get me naked, flushed, and under him. In his place was this cold, violent version I didn't like at all. And yet, every so often, he glanced my way and it was still there. The fireThe craving burning in his dark eyes, even though he clearly wanted to hide it.
"You look a little too young to look that serious," I said the first thing that came into my mind because I had no self-preservation instincts. My gaze lingered on the two deep lines between his eyebrows. Lines that only grew deeper when he looked at me. "Also, did you know that this is technically kidnapping?"
"You don't say." Nicolas replied in a dry tone that irked me more than I cared to admit, earning a chuckle from the driver. "What gave us away."
"Oh, I don't know," I said, playing along. "Maybe the part where you took me against my will. Also, these." I lifted my hands, showing my makeshift handcuffs. Who the fuck carried zip ties around?
Mobsters, that's who, Ajla.
Yeah. Okay. Mobsters. But they weren't actually part of some mob, right?
I studied the man driving, and the obviously expensive suit he wore. I didn't know much about fashion. The most expensive thing I owned was a pair of boots I’d bought for a hundred bucks, and only because I knew they’d last me for l years. But even I could tell these weren’t cheap suits.
No, definitely not.
And this car probably costs more than myannual salary.