Chapter 2
Stefan
Christ.
It was a good thing I was sitting down. Because having Francesca so close—so fucking nearby that I could reach out and touch her—gave me a large problem. A long, hard problem that was pressing at the front of my pants right now.
I knew I was a complete and total asshole. But seeing her in that hot as fuck lingerie was giving me ideas.
A lot of ideas.
Very, very naughty ideas.
Certainly not the kind of ideas that I should be entertaining with her. Especially not after the evening she'd just had. A disgusting, vile man had just attempted to sell her to the highest bidder.
And then, an even more disgusting man had tried to buy her.
Fuck.
My hands clamped down tight around the steering wheel. I had to talk myself out of driving back to Raul’s club and strangling him to death. But I knew that would put Francesca in even more danger.
Fuck.
If I hadn't shown up tonight, right now she'd be on a date with Raul. He'd have his disgusting hands all over her gorgeous body. He'd kiss her. And lick her. And feel her soft, wet pussy.
And then he'd take her.
Take her fucking virginity.
The virginity I was supposed to take.
It was mine, goddamnit. And no one else's.
Especially not fucking Raul's.
No.
Never.
I couldn't let that happen. Not for all the money in the world.
No.
Francesca's virginity was—mine.
Yes.
It was.
And I'd be the one to take it.
I glanced over and saw that her eyes were closed. I wasn't sure if she was actually sleeping. Or just trying to shut me out.
Again.
I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and leave her alone. For now.
But I had questions for her.
A lot of them.
And she was going to answer every fucking one of them. No matter how pissed I was at her leaving me all those months ago—I still wanted her. Even if she didn't want me.
That was secondary to the current issues. Which were getting the hell out of the city and far, far, far away from Raul. And getting both of us to the safety of my brother's place. Where Raul and his followers couldn't get to us.
I drove as fast as I could without drawing attention. The last thing I needed was to get hauled in for excessive speed tonight. That would leave Francesca open and exposed. Not to mention the cops would take one look at Francesca and charge me—and her—with solicitation.
Because, fuck—she looked like every man's wet dream right now.
I swallowed audibly and tried my best to concentrate on the road. My mind raced almost as quickly as my car.
I had so much to ask her.
So much to tell her.
And most of all—I wanted to touch her.
And kiss her.
And tell her that everything was going to be okay.