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“I don’t hear you peeing little deer. Were you just hoping to have a moment alone in the bathroom to look for something you could use to escape with?”

“There’s no windows and you said the door was locked, how am I escaping?” She just looks bored now.

I cock a brow at her and tilt my head. “Again, I hear no peeing.”

“This is a private fucking moment, can you fuck right off and leave me alone for half a fucking second!” She picks up the lotion off the counter and throws it at me. I catch it and move over her, forcing her to look up at me. “Please.” She whimpers.

“What you fail to understand little deer is that all of your seconds are mine now.” Her eyes widen and I can see a thin layer of fear in them as she starts peeing. “Good girl.”

?Chapter Nine

?Cordelia

Axel Mazitti.

I have found myself in a particularly tough situation. Usually when a man handles me like he does, I kill him and dispose of the body. I don’t allow men to touch me for any reason, unless I’ve given him permission to do so, like when I need sex. However, this fucking buffoon is stringing me along for what ever sick game he thinks we're playing, and I can’t seem to do anything to get the upper hand. He’s stronger than me, which is obvious, I’m five-seven to his six-two, but he also weighs more than me, and apparently works out. Because he’s got the upper body of a goddamn professional wrestler. Ugh, and he has those damn veins that melt me into putty. So, saying that I could beat him in a straight one on one match would be the epitome of idiot choices. No, I need to out think him, to get the upper hand and slap him down a peg or two.

Other men I’ve handled, well, let's just say they thought they were getting lucky, so it was simple enough to get them to do what I wanted. This fucking psycho isn’t like that. He grew up in a world where killing people is fun and hearts and flowers kind of romance is bad.

Wait. I think like that. Ugh, don’t buy me flowers, they’re a waste of money.

I watch as Axel paces in his room as I sit on the bed, waiting for whatever is supposed to happen next. I took a peek at his phone and saw it was around four in the afternoon, but it’s been at least a half hour since then.

“You’re about to meet my family.”

“The Mazitti’s?” I ask, trying to not sound worried. Because hello, they’re notorious for killing people. I mean, I kill people too, but they legit get paid to do it. I just do it for fun, and not to mention, they are kind of the most powerful family in the midwest.

“Try not to kill my sisters.” He replies.

“Are they idiots?” I ask, standing up off the bed.

“No, but this dinner you’re about to attend will be full of questions. Just answer them, we’ve already researched you, so the chances are we already know the answers.”

“You researched me?”

“Yes.” He replies as someone knocks on the door. He unlocks it and cracks it open, reaching out for something. When he pulls a bag through the door, I eye it carefully. It’s one of those black dress bags that rich people carry clothes in. Axel locks the door and holds the back out for me, “Get dressed.”

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