Page 46 of Unbound

I had been given five bras in various styles and colors, so that I could always wear them while here. They could even get wet if we got caught in the rain or went swimming.

Dare had them outfitted with GPS devices, too, just in case anything went awry. I prayed nothing would go awry. I prayed our four days here would somehow feel quick and would be as painless as possible. I hated being here. Hated it. But this waswhat I needed to do so I was just going to try to get back to that A to B mindset but hoping that this wasn’t A to B.

I was calling it my X to Y plan. I hoped it was X to Y and that it’ll all soon lead to Z. The end of Kruna for me. For us.

I kept chanting X to Y in my head at that table as Delgado and Mr. Lucas engaged Dare in a suitable amount of small talk before our breakfast plates were brought. Dare had ordered me French toast and bacon and ordered himself an omelet.

He grabbed my plate from the server and kept it at his place setting, which I thought was odd but I managed to not show it.

He proceeded to cut my French toast into triangles and then he winked and forked some up and held it out. He gave me a sweet smile. I returned it, though feeling like my face would crack because I felt eyes on me. Every eye in that dining room, which was more than just Delgado and Mr. Lucas. It was also servers, slaves, and other patrons.

I opened my mouth while he forked some in.

“We’re still on our honeymoon,” Dare said, looking back to Mr. Lucas.

He gave Dare a big smile.

“Then I propose a Mimosa toast. Mimosas!”

A server grabbed some champagne and orange juice and rushed over as another server set up glasses.

“May the honeymoon last forever.”

We all lifted our glasses and touched them to one another.

Dare leaned over and kissed my forehead and then handed my plate to me. All of my French toast was in tiny triangle shapes. His way of taking care of me and giving me something sweet to focus on. I loved him so much.

He handed me my fork.

I put my fork to my mouth with another bite and felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I glanced sideways and saw Cleo outside the screened-in area we were in. She had her armsfolded across her chest and she was glaring at me. My blood ran cold.

The food was sitting like a rock in the bottom of my throat, but I kept eating, slowly, methodically.

X to Y, Angel. X to Y. Angel. Not Felicia Sapphire. Not Angie MacLeod. Not Felicia Andrews or even Felicia Ferrano. Angel. Angel Ferrano. Mrs. Dario Ferrano.

I spotted that bitch glaring at my wife from outside the area we sat in. I gave her a glare of my own and saw the swallow move down her throat. I was pissed. I was pissed we were here. I was pissed that Angel was feeling like she had to be feeling. She was acting like a Stepford wife because this fuckin’ place made her have to act that way.

I leaned over toward Delgado. “That Cleopatra cunt? What the fuck is with her? She’s got it in for my wife something fierce.”

He shook his head, “She’s the alpha female around these parts. Knows her place with the masters but with the slaves? She’s always exerting her will.”

“My wife is no longer a Kruna slave. She’s been insubordinate repeatedly. I want her punished.”

I wouldn’t normally condone any sort of punishment from this joint, given what they were and all they’d done, but withthat bitch-faced cunt, I could and would make an exception. I’d knock her teeth out myself.

“You want to do the honors?” Delgado asked. “If not, place your order.” He shrugged.

Joseph Lucas ended the phone call he was on and leaned in.

“You’re a partner; you have as much access to Kruna property as the rest of us. You can give out punishments, collect some toys to play with, whatever wherever. You’re already aware of the common areas that are no play zones. Anything you’re unsure of, ask. You should’ve gotten a patron orientation last time you were here but your trip was short so whatever information you need, we’ll fill you in.”

Delgado looked at me, “Let’s have a party tonight, shall we, Joseph? Show young Master Ferrano what it’s all about?”

I leaned over and tucked Angel’s hair behind her ear.

“She keeps me plenty busy.”

“Ah, the blush of young love,” Joseph Lucas lamented. “We always have a big party the opening night of the summit. You’re here a day early so we’ll have a more intimate party and you can decide whether you want to partake. We don’t push. You’re always the master of your own limits. Come. See what it’s all about. No pressure.”

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