Page 9 of Game of Love
That smile filled his face again, taunting me. “That’s okay, only a matter of time before you come back to me. Mark my words, you will be mine again.”
“No, I won’t.”
“We’ll see about that. If you resist, it’s like you say, I’ll take it up with your father.”
“You asshole, what the hell does that mean?” I knew better than to gloss over the real meaning of his words. Armand didn’t say anything unless he meant to make some kind of mark or leave some lasting effect.
“Well, it could mean I may not want my future wife floating around the floor with every man’s eyes on her tits and ass.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. I was having difficulty processing what he’d said.
Future wife?
That was what he said, right?
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me Jia, now’s not the time to play dumb. You know how your family are very paternal. Men running the business. Your father had a daughter. I’m the closest thing he has to a son. Our families go back to Italy. You and me. Are you seeing the picture I’m painting yet?”
“You bastard, I don’t want you…” That would finish me off. I wouldn’t be free. I already felt like a prisoner here.
He reached for my face and ran a finger across my cheek.
“Yet, I want you so badly.” He taunted.
One more smile, accompanied by a wink and he moved away from me.
I watched him walk down the path and in less than two seconds his eyes were glued to a dark-haired woman who started jumping up and down as her friend won some money. Her breasts were practically popping out of the extremely tight dress she wore.
He looked at her, admiring her body, his eyes all over her, while my soul shivered. I couldn’t help but fear what his words meant and the ease with which he’d said them.
I may have my say in a few things but ultimately Pa had the final word.
There was only one thing I could do.
Leave…
I had to get out of here.
I had to get away.
I just didn’t know how…
Chapter 3
Xander
Pain…
Pain lanced through my head then worked its way down my damn spine like a skitter of electricity filled with burning heat.
Shit….
My head felt like it was going to fall off. There had only been one time in my life when I’d experienced such pain and that was when I was a marine. My men and I had been ambushed by a group of militants in Uzbekistan. It was one of my many missions. One memorable mission because three of us including me had been kidnapped.
They used knockout gas to take us down. I got us out.
As my eyes fluttered open and the bright overhead light beamed down on me I got the same sensation. That sensation of being trapped. Waking up and not knowing where the hell you were. Where you were and how you got to be where you were. It all took me now in one gulp.
