2. Dante
CHAPTER TWO
dante
W hen Gio told me that she was gorgeous, he wasn’t lying. I’m not an idiot, though. I know she’s been systematically murdering grown ass men since she was a kid, and I know exactly what she’s capable of. She’s a deadly weapon wrapped up in an alarmingly irresistible package.
Fuck, she really is beautiful. If our families weren’t at war, I might consider shooting my shot. Being a man in power like I am, in a family built on fear and control, finding a girl to take home wasn’t hard. Most of the time, though, I honestly preferred to be alone. The kind of girls I attract seem to come and go. At this point in my life, dating was out of the question, and love? Fuck off with that shit, love is overrated.
Tonight, my orders were simple: locate the Petrov twins and capture and contain Bianca Petrov so Gio could get Dmitri Petrov alone. I was free to do whatever I wanted with her, but she had to remain alive. She could be a good bargaining chip if things go further south than they already are. However, I didn’t anticipate the way seeing this girl in my cage would make my cock feel. I adjust my boxers to comfort my slight erection that I desperately didn’t need to have right now.
I click through the security cameras in the warehouse, keeping an eye on my subject. She’s sitting on the bed, reading one of my books. I did my best to try and make my little prison as homey as possible for her. She may be my temporary prisoner, but she was a lady after all, and I was raised to treat ladies with respect… even when you kidnap them. I already tried to talk to her through the intercom. I’d be lying if I said that making her squirm didn’t turn me on. The agitation was causing butterflies like none I’d felt before. As I sit back in my chair, my phone vibrates in my pocket.
G: You good?
Yep. What’s the plan for this bitch though?
I just wanna know what my weekend is going to look like.
Damn Bello, you don’t rest do you?
You know me G
Sit on her for 24 and hit me back then. I’m about to start questioning this stronzo.
Got it, send grub if ur making me babysit. Least you can do for taking the fun job and shackling me here all weekend, dickhead.
I slip my phone back into my pocket, shaking my head. I know Gio is about to start his ‘process,’ so I won’t hear from him for a few hours, maybe even days. Meaning I will probably be here through the weekend. Great. After tapping my fingers on my desk for fifteen minutes, I spin around a few times in my chair.
Yep. I am officially fucking bored.
Babysitting isn’t normally my job function, but when the Moretti’s ask, I deliver, no questions asked. They’ve done so much for me, I owe them my life.
Well, if I have to sit here all weekend, I’ll play with my new toy a little. I click the button on the intercom.
“I hope you’re settling in nicely, little mouse. How would you feel about having dinner with me tonight?”
She doesn’t look up from the book, “I have standards. Maybe if you came out here and asked me face to face I would consider it. But, we both know this doesn’t end well.” She stops to lick her finger and turn the page. “At least it won’t end well for you .”
Oh, I love it when she gets feisty.
“Mmm, now now, don’t go teasing me. Since you’re so confident that this is going to be bad for me anyway, what’s the point in me hiding?” I add.
I turn off the intercom, throw my black leather jacket over my black t-shirt, and fix my hair in the reflection from the computer screens. I have to look my best when making a first impression with a Russian princess. I lock the door behind me as I head to the metal staircase that leads to the warehouse. I tuck the front of my shirt into my black jeans and tuck my gun into the back. There’s no way she could escape, I built this place myself and have successfully detained dozens of shitbags here… but can’t be too careful.
I turn the cold handle, opening the door to the grated runway along the top of the warehouse. As soon as the door opens, I see her jump to her feet in my cage. She’s smart and deadly; of course, she would be on high alert. I slowly walk down the stairs, her gaze never leaving me.
“So, about that dinner?” I smirk as I walk closer to the glass.
She doesn’t say anything, she just looks me up and down, sizing me up, looking for weak spots. I know those tactics.
“Sweetheart, if you wanna see what’s under the hood, all you gotta do is ask.” I gesture to myself.
She scoffs and returns to the bed, sits down, and starts reading the book.
“Yeah, you wish, Musor.”
“Well now, I don’t speak Russian so I’m just going to assume you called me handsome.”
She laughs and it actually sounds genuine. I think it was a real response and not one she was trained to give.
“You think what you want, Sweetheart, ” she says mockingly.
God damn, this bratty attitude is going to kill me.
“Listen, let’s cut the shit here. We’re gonna be here for a while. I have no intention of causing you harm but…”
“Then just let me go. Let me walk out of here now and we can just forget this whole thing.”
“Ha! You think I don’t know what that means? The second you get out, you’re coming right for my throat. Not happening.”
She continues avoiding eye contact.
“So, as I was saying, we’ll be here for a while, and you have to eat at some point. I have some food on the way, and I’m more than happy to share it with you. Come on, what else do you have to do?” I beckon.
She puts the book down and walks right up to the glass in front of me. She says something in Russian and spits on the glass.
“Fine, bitch. I tried to be civil. Remember that.”
I walk toward the stairs and start to walk back up them, stopping halfway and turning around to see her. She’s already back on the bed, reading that fucking book. When I make it back to the control room, I turn off the power to the central warehouse. Hope she knows how to read in the dark. If she won’t be civil with me, I may not plan to hurt her, but I can make her time here pretty fucking miserable.