Page 21 of Stolen Tutor

Lucy

The last five days have been wonderful even though Niccolò hasn’t put his hands on me again. His mouth has left me wanting and angry all the time that I’m vacillating between arousal and violence.

After that intentional encounter with my father, he’s been standoffish with me, and my heart and body expected he’d be pouncing on my non-menstruating ass. It’s as if he’s been punishing me for pushing him away and I finally have accepted my fate. He’s a good uncle despite what I came here expecting to find.

A knock at my bedroom door reminds me I’m here as a prisoner. Granted, a prisoner with luxuries and anything I want except… to leave on my own. I doubt Niccolò intends to let me see my father again. A part of me doesn’t want to see him. The meeting at the zoo had been awkward and unnerving.

When I open it, Niccolò comes strolling in with my bag. “Here you go. I’m going to be taking Anna out today, just her and me. Consider this your day off and go see your father.” He scoffs at that last part which I get because I’ve never seen him as a true father. He’s done everything he could to neglect his fatherly duties until last year.

“Are you serious? What’s the catch? Are you going to kill me while I’m out?”

“Hardly. I told your father that I’d let you have a day off. I don’t want him coming here believing you are a prisoner.”

“So you don’t want him to know the truth.” He narrows his eyes at me, inching closer. “What if I don’t come back?”

“Are you trying to make me change my mind? If you don’t come back, I’ll drag your ass back by your pretty hair.” This man turns me on so much that I can’t decide if I love or hate it.

“Get going now. Your father is off today so you can have your time, but Vittorio will bring you home by seven for dinner with Anna. She sees you as her favorite person, and I won’t fucking have her lose someone close again.” I stand there confused. My heart’s wondering why he’s so standoffish, and yet, I’m getting the freedom I’d been just thinking I’d never get.

“So, what’s it going to be? Are you staying or going?”

“I’ll be back by seven,” I answer.

“Good girl.” He adjusts his hard, meaty cock through his pants. I swallow hard and avoid licking my lips in front of him. “Soon,” he adds with a smirk, reading the lust I try to hide. Has the bastard seen right through me this whole time?

He walks out of the room without another look back and I roll my eyes and then plop down on my bed with my bag in hand. Undoubtedly, he did something to my two cell phones or put a tracker in my bag. He is tripping because I wouldn’t do anything to put myself or Anna in danger.

I take out both phones and see all my messages have been cleared for my regular number. Interesting.

I take out my private phone to find it has a dozen messages from my father. Entering my code, I unlock it and watch as they cascade down the screen. Each one growing more urgent until they stop. It was the day that we went to the zoo. Leone is a slick bastard. He didn’t want my father to come with a search warrant because the school knew I was coming here. So that’s why he let him know we’d be at the zoo that day. It was to cover his ass.

I dial his number and see what my father has to say.

“Leone, you’re playing a losing game. I’ll steal everything of yours until you give me Lucy back,” he roars into the phone. “You’ll lose everything.”

“Dad, it’s me. What do you mean steal?” I ask.

“Nothing, sweetheart. I can’t believe he let you call me.”

“Actually, as he said, I have the day off until dinner because he’s taking his niece out. Do you want to hang out today?” I ask him. Although, I’m having second thoughts. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything about him being outside with his niece.

“Of course. Do you want me to pick you up?” He sounds enthusiastic, which makes me feel better about leaving Niccolò.

For some strange reason, I’m extremely bothered that Niccolò doesn’t want me to participate in the fun they’re going to have. It’s as if I’m being pushed aside which makes no sense since I’m nothing but Anna’s tutor and Niccolò’s plaything. Well, I used to be his plaything, the fucking tease.

“No, Niccolò has his guard escorting me wherever I want to go.”

“Niccolò? Hm… Fine, but the bastard isn’t allowed into my home.” Oops, I should have referred to him as Mr. Leone, but in my mind he’s Niccolò and I feel my lines between right and wrong have blurred.

“Okay. I can be there around eleven. I wasn’t ready to go anywhere this morning, so it’s going to be a bit before I’m ready.” There may never be a truce between the two men. My father is on the right side of the law, and I honestly don’t know what Niccolò does, but from his behavior, I’d say it’s not quite legitimate.

“That’s fine. I’ll head to the grocery store so you have something to eat and drink while here.”

“Sounds great. I can’t wait to see you again.” I hang up and toss the phone on the bed while I finish getting ready for the day. Dumping the bag out on the bed, I snatch up my wallet and check to see if everything is still there except my bank card. Asshole. He took my bank card so I couldn’t use it to get away. Although, there’s more cash inside my wallet than I originally had. Counting it, I can tell he added an extra hundred dollars. Not enough to escape, but enough to get around should something happen.

Still, I won’t harp on it because I know it’s a moot argument and I head out of the room. Vittorio pushes off the wall opposite my door and says, “Are you ready, Ms. Masters?” There’s no negative tone in his voice that I’d expected. Several people here are nice to me, but a few have been icy, and he’s been one of them. Not that we’ve had a private moment together since the first day.

“Yes, I’m ready. I hope you weren’t waiting long.”

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