Chapter 29
Thirty-one hours on a fucking bus was torture.
I kissed her and touched her, even made her come, but I didn’t bury my cock inside her, as much as I wanted to.
Once I do that, there can be no interruptions.
I may fuck her for days on end, so I knew it had to wait until we were alone.
Especially because if anybody saw her, I’d have to kill them.
How will she react when she sees it again?
I won’t hide the man I am from her. Bianca will see me kill again.
It’s the reason I know I have got to get a tracker into her. I already have it planned out. A good friend of mine I met during my brief stint in prison is going to help me. I’m not delusional enough to believe she won’t try to run.
“Do you live here?”
Pulling her hand to my lips, I kiss it gently before we get into the taxi.
“No. I live in New York City, and we will go there, but I thought it would be good for us to stay in one place, for at least the night. We’re still nearly seven hours away from my house.”
I slide into the car beside her, and tell the driver what hotel to go to. I don’t have identification, so it needs to be someone that can be bought. This particular hotel will not ask for any information, thanks to my connections.
“Won’t they show up at your house to find you?”
It’s a valid question, but nothing is in my name.
“The title is in my friend’s name.”
“Friend?” She responds with a cute little furrowed brow.
I kiss her cheek as I chuckle.
“Yes, Bianca. I have friends. Her name is Lucky. You’ll love her.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, with a scowl on her face. One that says she is far from pleased, and I try not to laugh at how adorable she looks when she’s pissed.
“Her? Is she your girlfriend?”
Jesus. She’s fucking jealous. That should not thrill me as much as it does.
Diffusing this right now, and telling her there isn’t another woman in the world that I’d consider touching is the right thing, but that’s not what I’ll do.
The truth is, I like this. I really am a bastard. In every sense of the word.
“No, she’s not my girlfriend,” I answer truthfully.
Her face turns from mad to surprised, before the glare returns.
“Do you want her to be? The only reason you met me was because you were locked in an asylum. Maybe now that you’re free, you’ll want to be with her.” She speaks in a low voice, probably so the man in front won’t hear her.
Ignoring our driver, I slide my hand from her collarbone up to her neck, and wrap my hand around her throat. Her pulse throbs hard against my palm, and makes my cock hard. Her fear causes adrenaline to spike in my blood. Leaning my head down, I growl the truth.
“Everything I want is right here. There is not a single woman alive that interests me other than you. The question of will I let you go will always have the same goddamn answer. Hell no. Why? Because my obsession with you runs deep. Not skin deep. Fucking soul deep. This is more permanent than the ink of a tattoo.”
The clearing of a throat interrupts me, but I think I’ve made myself clear.
“We’re here, sir.”
Opening the bag, I grab the cash, and hand it to him with a nod. I open the door and help Bianca out. She glances around at the bright lights to the hotel.
“Lucky,” she says, staring up at the brightly lit sign spelling out Lucky’s Casino, as she connects the dots for herself.
“Trust me, you’ll love her.”
She looks over at me, with an expression you’d expect from someone biting down on a bitter fruit.
“Trust me, I already don’t like her.”
I wrap my arm around her waist, as I chuckle into her hair, before kissing her on the side of her head.
“You’re turning green, baby. I like it.”
“How would you feel if you were me?” She bites, as we walk through the doors of the casino. Leaning down, I speak into her ear.
“If there were someone that made me jealous, they’d die. I’ll eliminate anyone that even dreams of you, baby. If I know they’re even thinking about you, I’ll skin them alive.”
She doesn’t immediately respond, because she’s too busy looking at all the people trying their luck on the slots. When we stop to check in, she stares at me, and shakes her head.
“You’re deranged.”
I bark out a laugh and know she’s right, although I don’t think she has a clue about the level of my depravity. Not yet, but she will.
“Oh, Bianca. You have no idea.”
Celeste is working today, and I really wish she weren’t.
I fucked her multiple times, and I’m hoping she doesn’t say anything to set Bianca off.
Really, I just want to get up to the room, strip her clothes off, and taste every inch of her.
I don’t need her fucking attitude tonight, which is why I attempted to squash the jealousy she had about Lucky.
“Mr. Bonetti,” Celeste says, while fluttering her eyelashes.
I pull Bianca a little tighter, so she’s tucked into my side where she belongs.
“Hi, Celeste. My girl and I need a room for the night.”
Her eyes travel Bianca’s face and body like she doesn’t approve, but she doesn’t say anything. Wise choice.
“Just one night?”
I nod my response, and she types away on the computer.
And then Lucky comes around to us out of nowhere, and throws her arms around me.
“Oh my God. Raven!” she squeals excitedly.
“I knew they couldn’t keep Houdini locked up!”
Stepping back from her embrace, I force a smile, and introduce her to Bianca.
“Lucky, this is my girl, Bianca.”
A knowing smile crosses her face, and she catches my drift to back off a little bit. I have never had anything with Lucky, but she’s a gorgeous blue eyed blonde, and Bianca is already not excited about my friendship with her, even though that’s all it has ever been.
“Hello,” she says to Bianca with an outstretched hand, and she hesitantly takes it.
“I look forward to getting to know you. If you’re Raven’s girl, you must be amazing. Breakfast tomorrow. I insist. In the meantime-”
She waves her hands at my filthy clothing with disgust.
“You look like shit, Mr. Bonetti. I will have some clothing sent up to your room.”
Glancing back at Celeste, she raises an eyebrow.
“They will be in the presidential suite tonight.”