Page 106 of Unforgiving Queen
She raised her brows, her eyes shining as she stared at me. It didn’t escape me the way her hands balled into fists. Her lips pushed forward into a pout.
“Dickwad.” It had to be her favorite word today.
Her fists were now on her hips, and it was all it took to spur me on. I stepped forward and threw her over my shoulder. Pulling the small needle from my pocket, I used my teeth to rip the cover from the tip before piercing the skin of her bare ass. A small squeak left her as I squeezed the plunger down, injecting the tranquilizer into her as I strode to my car, opened the door to the back seat, and slid her into it.
She was out cold in less than ten seconds.
The valet and other guests either pretended not to see or didn’t care what was happening. Each set of eyes looked away as I rounded the car and slid into the driver’s seat.
My eyes were trained on the rear window as I drove off, but nobody followed me. When I looked at Reina again, she was curled up in a ball, the buns fastened to the top of her head were slightly disheveled, and her hair curled wildly around her temples. I itched to wrap one around my finger and feel its silk again.
There’d be time for that later. For now, I focused back on the road, at the city lights rushing past and taking us closer to our future together.
39
REINA
Iwent from the invisible shackles of an arranged marriage to being Amon’s prisoner.
Sometimes life just sucked. It’d thrown me at the mercy of the devil better known as Dante, and just as I was prepared to escape him, destiny decided to fuck with me and steer me back to the bitter prince. The only man who could do more damage to me than Dante Leone.
So here I was, back on Amon’s yacht, questioning everything. My beliefs. My purpose. My plans. My whole being.
When I first woke up, my mouth was dry and my mind groggy, my temples throbbing. A glass of water and two pills awaited me. It might’ve been a trap, but with the headache I was sporting, I was willing to risk it.
I took the pills and gulped the water down, then closed my eyes. When I came to next, my headache was gone and the moon was still high in the night sky, although I had no idea how late—or early—it was.
I could feel the steady rocking beneath my feet and knew we were already moving. I let my gaze roam the dark room, its familiarity creeping up my spine. It was the room where I’d lost my virginity to Amon.
Memories flooded in as the waves hit the yacht. I sat for what seemed like forever before I stood up and made my way around the room, checking each corner, starting with the door. It was locked.
I was so royally screwed.
There was one thing for certain. Amon’s enormous yacht had a different appeal tonight than it had three years ago. The further we sailed, the more my arranged marriage felt like a distant memory.
This was bad. How in the heck was I to run from Amon if we were out at sea? I could swim, but not for miles. I padded to the window and peered outside, but all I could see was the moon reflecting off the dark water.
No shoreline.
If only I knew where we were approximately and our surroundings!
A heavy sigh left me, squeezing my chest, but before I could wallow in self-pity, heavy footsteps sounded outside my room.
The door opened and there he was. My heartbreak. My devastation. My ruin.
I closed the distance between us and pounded my fists against his chest. “I demand you take me back to my apartment. Back to land. Anywhere buthere.”
“No.”
“But—”
He threw me a chilling look from the side of his eye. “Not another word about leaving me.”
Who did he think he was?
Realizing I was too close to him, his warmth cocooning me in his scent, I took a step back. Then another. It was too hard to breathe around him.
“I have no idea what’s going on, but my familywilldestroy you.” He pulled the door shut with a soft click. “Besides, Darius—”
