Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“Put me down!”
She didn’t have a clue if they had any audience, but there was no way she wanted to be caught being carried over a man’s shoulder. Hands clenched into fists, she had no choice but to punch him, so she tried to hit him in the ass.
“Put me down. Let me go!”
She knew she wasn’t light. The years of chocolate ice cream and cookies had helped contribute to her sexy curves. Adele tried to wriggle. She attempted everything she knew to get him to leave her alone, but nothing worked. Instead, she ended dumped in what she could only assume was the back of his car.
She moved toward the opposite side and tried the door, hoping to be free. The bastard! The child locks were on, which meant she was trapped in the back seat of his car.
“Enzo, this isn’t funny. Let me out.”
“You decided to be difficult, and now this is me being difficult.”
He climbed behind the wheel.
Adele was not going to hurt him while he was driving. The purr of the engine lit up, and Adele felt another wave of panic hit her. She caught her breath, and was just about able to control it.
“Enzo, this is not funny. Take me home.”
“You had your chance, and now your freedom is mine.”
She had no idea what that meant, but she had a horrible feeling she wasn’t going to like it.
****
No woman had ever slapped him before. Enzo knew there was always a first time for everything, but this was certainly new to him.
Arriving at the underground parking of his penthouse suite, he climbed out. Several of his men had been following him during this time. He was a capo, like Hank, and they knew what their jobs were. They all had to blend in while he took care of business. The men who were close were the only ones he trusted.
He slammed his car door and then moved toward the back.
“Are you going to try to run?” he asked.
“Bite me.”
He loved her spirit. Adele was like a breath of fresh air. He had to wonder what it was about his kiss that had caused her to slap him.
Opening the door, he stepped aside, and he just knew she’d try to run. Adele didn’t disappoint. The moment she was out and free, she took off, but he was ready for it this time. His men knew to stay back. He caught her around the waist, stopping her in her tracks.
“Let me go. You do realize this is kidnapping, or, I don’t know, stalking, or there has to be some law.”
“Not when it comes to me having a little disagreement with my fiancée.”
“Fiancée? There’s no way in hell I’m ever marrying you. I am not your fiancée. No one would ever believe it.”
She tried to fight him, but he was a lot stronger than her, and he managed to move her toward the elevator. He had a feeling his men were entertained by her. Enzo couldn’t deny that he loved the fire and passion inside her. She was a wake-up call from the boring women that had been paraded in front of him. All of them had laughed at his jokes, even when there was no punchline. They all thrust their chests out, trying to capture his attention. None of it worked.
Yet, Adele, with her bad mouth, fiery attitude, and so completely different, had been on his mind a lot in the forty-eight hours he’d known her.
Holy shit. He couldn’t believe it had only been forty-eight hours.
Pushing Adele to the back of the elevator, he grabbed her arms and pressed them above her head.
She still kept wriggling, trying to fight him, to get free, so he wondered what she would do when he pressed his pelvis against her.
The fight within her stopped. His men had stepped onto the elevator, one of them pressing the button to his penthouse suite.
“Let me go,” she said.
“Not yet.”
“I want to go home.”
“You should have thought about that when you kept fighting me. We don’t always get what we want.”
“Even you?” Adele asked.
“Even me. You see, I wanted this to be easy. You’d look at me, fall madly in love, and my debt to your father is repaid.”
“You owe Hank?” Adele asked.
“He wants me to marry you and my debt is paid in full. I don’t go around owing people, Adele. They owe me, and your father has put down his price.”
The elevator doors opened. She had stopped fighting. He grabbed her hands, as he wasn’t willing to risk her taking off.
His men waited outside as he took her into his penthouse suite. The moment the locks were in place and he’d typed in the code to keep the doors locked, he finally let her go. Adele let out a sigh, pulling away from him.