CHAPTER EIGHT
KAGE
“What’s the problem, Firecracker?”
She folds her arms over her chest, like a defiant little brat that needs to be punished.
“I’m not getting in the back.”
I could easily make her sit wherever the fuck I want her to, but I’m intrigued.
“You want to be closer to me? Is that it? Maybe you want to ride my cock while I drive?”
She makes a face, and scrunches up her nose like she smells rotten garbage.
“Don’t be gross. Of course I don’t.”
I run my fingers down her cheek while I laugh.
“Gross? Many women would beg to ride my cock, Firecracker.”
Tracing my finger over her bottom lip, I enjoy the softness against my calloused finger. She opens her mouth and bites down, and I quickly retract my hand.
“You want to act like a rabid dog, you’ll be treated like one. Remember, this was your doing.”
Opening the front door, I growl, “Get in.”
She does as she’s told, and I take a minute to take her in. Long red hair done in soft curls, dramatic eye makeup complementing the black leather pants, and matching shirt with a plunging neckline.
“You’re quite beautiful to look at. It’s really too bad you’re such a brat.”
“Why is that?” She asks as I shut the door. Walking around the suv, I get into the driver’s seat and begin to drive.
“Your name is Cage?” she asks, while nervously looking out the window. She digs her nails into her wrists, and I wonder what that’s about, assuming it’s an anxious habit, so I let it go because she has every reason to have anxiety.
“Yeah.”
With wide eyes, she turns her gaze on me.
“Because that’s your thing, right? You keep women in cages?”
I shrug.
“It’s not always women, but yes.”
“Your fingers have a K instead of a C.”
I chuckle as I glance at the tattoos on my fingers. Each of my fingers on my right hand have a skull tattoo, with a letter of my name.
“I spell it with a K.”
She giggles, and fuck me if it doesn’t cause my cock to stir. It’s the sweetest sound I think I’ve heard, and it only makes me wonder what she sounds like when she comes.
“With a K? Like a Kardashian?”
I glare at her as I turn off the highway.
“No. With a K like the fucking letter K.”
I pull into the hospital parking lot, and she’s still laughing, like she’s in on the fucking joke that I’m an idiot. After putting the car in park, I reach up and wrap my hand around her throat, causing her giggles to die in her throat.
I squeeze, cutting her air supply slightly, and her eyes widen as the panic sets in.
“The plan was to kill you. That was my brother’s instructions. I suggest you tread carefully, Firecracker. I enjoy looking at you, but that will only take you so far. I think killing you will be far easier than dealing with your attitude.”
Her bottom lip trembles as I ease up on my grip.
“We are going to go into the hospital, and check on my brother, his girl, and their baby. You will behave. After all, it is your family that put her in this condition.”
I release my hand, and am captivated by the red handprint I left on her fair skin. It makes me want to strip her naked, and leave marks everywhere. She rubs at her irritated flesh and snaps me out of my fantasy.
“I’ll behave. I promise.”
I only half believe her, because I’m not sure this girl has an obedient bone in her body. Is she even capable of it? I guess we’ll find out. If I have to kill her right here in this hospital, I will.
“You mean nothing to me. It will not be a challenge to end your life.”
“I mean nothing to anybody,” she says, so quietly I’m certain I wasn’t supposed to hear it, but I did. It makes me curious about her life. I don’t really care, just pure curiosity.
After getting out of the vehicle, I walk around to her side and help her out. I wrap my arm around her waist, setting my fingers on the small amount of skin showing between the hem of her shirt and pants. It irritates me that I like the way her warm flesh feels against mine, but I ignore it.
I check my text from Bones, looking for Bella’s room number.
Bones: She’s in room number 408, but you may want to drop your package off before you come to the hospital. Reaper isn’t doing well.
Me: I’m on my way in with my ‘package’.
I chuckle to myself, because I’m guessing Athena is close by, and he doesn’t want her to know that I have my pretty little firecracker against her will. It probably wouldn’t surprise her, but she wouldn’t agree with it either.
“I could just run.”
I tilt my head at her and smirk.
“Yeah?”
She shrugs her shoulders and says, “You know who my father is, but you don’t even know my name. Fun fact, it’s not Firecracker. Maybe I’ll dye my hair black, and you’ll never find me.”
I chuckle as I lean down and inhale the scent of her throat. Fucking magnificent.
“Raina Abruzzo. Age twenty-two. The youngest of the children. You have dreams of making it as a fashion designer, and wish to move far away from your family. I know everything I need to know, Firecracker, so fucking behave.”
She swallows hard, and I grab her arm tightly and drag her into the hospital with me. For a brief moment, she keeps her mouth closed, but unfortunately, it doesn’t last long. We step into the elevator and I press number four. The second the doors close, she runs her mouth again.
“I’m not like the women you’re probably used to. I’ll bite you. I’ll fucking stab you if I get the chance. You won’t be keeping me in a cage, because I’m not a dog. You’d do yourself a big favor by letting me go.”
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I push her against the wall of the elevator, and put my face an inch from hers. So close I can feel her heavy breaths on my skin. I ignore the way my cock pushes against my zipper.
“You are different. I’ve never had a mafia princess in my cage. I can’t wait to watch you grab onto the bars and cry for me. Seeing you drop to your knees and beg for me will be my greatest joy. You’re right, you’re not a dog, but fuck, Firecracker, you’ll look so goddamn beautiful crawling like one on a leash.”
She parts her lips and bites down on my bottom lip, causing me to groan, not with pain but pleasure. I had no intention of fucking her, but she’s making me want to. My eyes drop to my blood, coating her lips, and it’s stunning. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull hard, as I slam my lips to hers. Her anger is palpable, even though she kisses me back. She hates me, and I fucking hate her too. Even so, I can’t wait to shove my cock into her throat.