Chapter 20
Stefan
“What the fuck are you thinking?” I asked Francesca. She was currently fighting with my suit jacket. I'd forced her to put it on after I'd—bought her from the auction. My jacket was huge on her, and she was having difficulty rolling up the sleeves to grab the seat belt.
I didn't wait for her to put it on.
As soon as her ass was in my car, I got us the fuck out of that parking lot.
Raul was pissed.
To say the least.
He'd wanted Francesca.
And he had been willing to pay big money for her.
But that just wasn't going to happen.
Because she was mine.
And no dirty, slimy asshole was going to steal her away from me. No matter how much fucking trouble I was going to get into for doing this.
Nick and Carlo were going to have my head for this. Not only had I fucked up—I'd fucked up royally. There was no mending fences with Raul. Not now. Not since I'd taken a new, shiny plaything from him.
I'd shut him down when he threatened me. But I didn't give one fuck. Francesca was mine. Not his.
Never his.
“I'm trying to find my freaking seat belt!” Francesca yelled back at me. She was fucking cute when she was frustrated. “It looks like I'm going to need it since you're speeding,” she kept on with her rant. Which was also fucking adorable.
I slowed and pulled to the side of the road. Once we were stopped, I reached over her and grabbed the seat belt. She was so close, I could smell her subtle floral scent.
I pulled the seat belt around her, getting entirely too close. Her breasts, although covered by my jacket, touched my chest. And I fucking loved it.
“All you had to do was ask for help.” I clicked her belt into place, and she turned her head to look out the dark window.
It might be my imagination. But I felt that familiar sexual tension between us. And it gave me no end of joy.
I pulled back onto the road just as a call came in. “Yeah,” I answered and kept an eye on the road.
“Where the fuck are you?” Carlo's voice reverberated through my car. “Esteban just called and said—”
I cut him off immediately. “I left Raul's. Francesca's in the car with me.”
There was dead silence for a good minute. “What did you say?” Carlo asked slowly, enunciating each word carefully.
And no matter how much shit I was currently in, I couldn't help but smile. “I said that Francesca's in the car. Raul was having an auction of sorts.”
Another long silence.
And then, “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Carlo's voice held barely restrained anger. “He was auctioning her off?”
I nodded, even though Carlo couldn't see me. “He was hosting it and had a particular eye for Francesca. I obviously didn't let that happen.”
Carlo let out a long, loud huffing sound. “Christ.”
I nodded again. “Yeah. He's pretty fuckin' pissed.”
It didn't take him long to answer me back. “I can imagine. Bring her here. Don't go to your house. You'll be a sitting duck.” He cleared his throat. “Both of you.”
A cool chill ran through me.
My brother was right.
His place was a whole lot safer than mine right now.
“Okay. We'll be there in half an hour,” I said before I hung up.
Wait—did Stefan really just save Francesca from Raul’s evil clutches???