Page 11 of Beautiful Revenge

“You don’t know? They didn’t upset you to incur your wrath?”

“Nope. They were just there. Wrong place, right time.”

“Right time?”

“For me,” he explains. “Right time for me. I didn’t know anyone would actually be there. I just gambled that someone would. I’ve been to that boxing ring before. I figured there had to be some large men around to prove my point.”

“And your point is?” I ask as lazily as I can. Finn cannot know that he’s scaring me.

“That I am not a man to be messed with. I am incredibly hard to kill. I have escaped the clutches of Dante and my brother and Erik Koslov himself. Even Viktor couldn’t take me down.” He squints at me. “I heard about the marriage deal he made with you. How does it feel knowing he rejected you for his maid?”

I can’t look at Finn. I knew Viktor had married his maid when he tried arranging his marriage deal with me. He was going to divorce her and then things changed. I’m glad that I didn’t have to marry a Russian but knowing that he fell in love with a maid stings. How does a maid deserve to be married to one of the highest ranking Bratva men in the city? I deserve more. I deserveto be married to the most powerful Mafia man in New York, and not in some ugly ass house kidnapped by a madman.

“So, you do have feelings,” he murmurs, tracing his finger down my cheek. I jerk away.

“Of course I have feelings. I am a human after all.” I eye him up and down. “Unlike some people.”

“Like what you see, princess?”

“Hatewhat I see,” I spit out. “You are not worthy to touch me.” I try jerking out of his hold but he doesn’t let me go. Instead, he keeps marching me down the hall and towards a back bedroom.

It’s a clean room but the sheets look like cheap polyester and the bed looks old. Nothing like my nice Tempur-Pedic mattress back home.

“Not to your liking?” Finn asks.

I can’t stop myself from sneering. “You can’t actually expect me to sleep on that bed.”

“It’s your home now. Better get used to it.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I could have brought you to a shit-stained, mold-ridden, rat-infested house. But instead, I brought you here. Be a little grateful.”

“I should be grateful that youkidnappedme?” This man is truly insane.

“Be grateful it’s not worse. Now get on the bed.”

I tense. “No.”

Something hard enters his eyes. “Get on the bed, princess.”

“No.”

“What do you think’s going to happen?”

“You know what I think.”

“I don’t. You’re going to have to spit it out.”

I suck in a sharp breath. “You’re going to rape me.”

“If I had wanted to do that, I would have done it already. And you wouldn’t have been able to stop me. But I don’t want to rape you, princess.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want to have fun with you. Rape isn’t fun. I love torturing and killing, and yeah, sometimes that includes torturing and killing women, but rape has never been something I was interested in. I like getting a woman of my own accord. Makes fucking more fun if she’s enjoying it too.”

“But you kidnapped me. I didn’t come of my own accord.”

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