Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
And she’ll be begging for it the whole time.
Chapter 6
Thea
I glance over at Salvatore, wondering what’s going to happen to me. I should be freaking out, crying and screaming. But I don’t have any more tears at the moment. I’m exhausted from the worry, and besides, can things have really gotten any worse?
The last twenty-four hours have been utter hell. First, I lost one of my jobs. Then I find out I have to vacate my apartment within twenty-four hours. I had nowhere to go. Big Shot next door offered to hold some of my boxes for me. Even offered me his sofa, but that wouldn’t be happening. I had to take him up on the offer of holding my stuff, but I couldn’t stay with him. I feel like I’d be safer roaming the streets then lying on his sofa.
But for some reason, seeing Salvatore was a comfort. I figured out who he was a few days after that first night. I saw a picture of him on the news, but I was shocked for the reason why. The city was thanking him for helping fund a new shelter downtown. It seemed so odd. Days before, I’d seen him kill someone. His name sounded familiar, so I did a little digging on one of the computers at work and found out who he really was.
Kingpin.
I saw small forums and side stories about Salvatore being in charge of the Los Angeles mob, but nobody would confirm anything publicly. My first reaction was panic. I was freaking out, but it had been days since everything went down and nothing had happened to me. In fact, food started showing up at my house every night, and I knew it had to be him. His words were still ringing in my ears asking me if I’d eaten that day. I didn’t understand any of it, but hey, I had to eat.
I glance over at him, but his eyes are on the road. I wonder what he’s going to do with me? Don’t men like him go through women like Kleenexes? Why would he want to take me to his place? This is just going to create problems for me later. I think all of that, but in reality, all I have to go off of are old mob movies I’ve watched. So who knows what the hell this guy is about.
We ride in silence. I can’t find the will to ask any questions. I’m too afraid of what answers I might get. There’s no music on the radio, just the sound of the engine and subtle movements from Salvatore. God, there’s something about his hands I can’t stop staring at. The way his arms clench and relax is mesmerizing.
We enter a neighborhood where all the houses are spread apart. As we drive through, I can’t help but think how lavish it looks, like something you’d see on television. Who is this guy?
We reach a rock wall that seems to go on forever before he pulls up to a gate. Salvatore pushes a button on his dash, and the gate opens. He slowly drives up the long driveway leading to a massive house. It has a stone façade and looks like a smaller version of a castle.
“Am I going to be cleaning this place or something?” I peer out the window, trying to get a better look at the enormous house. Maybe that’s what he’ll do with me. Keep me here to make sure my mouth is shut and his baseboards are scrubbed. But then I think about the pet name he gave me and how he’s treated me so softly. It’s confusing.
He lets out a laugh as his hand comes to mine. He strokes my palm in a light caress as his other one comes to my cheek. I still at the touch.
“I’m going to make sure your hands are as soft as they should be.” I look down and watch as he touches me. I’ve got calluses from working at the diner. “You won’t have to lift a finger if you don’t want to.”
I want to believe him, but can I?
“I’ll have to do something for you in return, won’t I?” I look up at him. Our eyes lock and I see hunger in his stare. He wants me. Deep down I knew that was the reason he brought me here.
“You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. Do they run in your family?” he asks, changing the subject and not answering me. I’m guessing a man like him doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to.
I shake my head, unsure of the answer. I’ve never see someone else with eyes like mine. Maybe in magazines. No one else seems to have the purple that runs along the pupil like mine do.
“Don’t move.” He gets out of the car and comes over to my side, opening the door for me. He offers me his hand and helps me from his car that’s worth more than a house. Clearly he’s beyond rich.