Page 6 of Captured By the Mafia Boss
How the hell am I going to get away? About all I can do is headbutt him, and I’m already exhausted from fighting and he is utterly unperturbed. There’s no point and his warmth is strangely comforting against my side.
I turn the situation around in my head, twisting it like a Rubik’s cube, but I can’t see a way out. I can’t see a solution. I’ll have to wait for my opportunity. Then we’re at his car—a massive black SUV that says luxury and bulletproof glass—and he’s placing me carefully into the passenger seat.
He killed Trudy, Henry Senior, and quite possibly my father. Maybe people in Camden blamed him for my death, even though I escaped.
Now, he’s going to kill me.
Unless I get to him first.
We’re not in the car for long, since he can fly a helicopter. Of course he can. And there’s no one around to say, hey, maybe don’t kidnap that girl, as he carries me across the tiny airfield outside the city.
We head southwest, and I think we’re in Cornwall by the time he lands.
If only I didn’t have this tie in my mouth, I’d tell him how I’m going to kill him wherever he takes me. Slowly.
I blink in surprise as I see where we are. Instead of… I don’t know what I expected, but it isn’t a cute little stone cottage nestled in the hills. There’s no one—not even another house—within sight.
King sighs when he looks across at me and shakes his head. “You’ll still run, won’t you?”
And that’s how it ends up he carries me—what am I, a bloody doll?—into what I suppose is his house.
“Where are we?” I demand as he removes my gag after placing me onto a squashy leather sofa. The room is small and low ceilinged. There’s a feature exposed stone fireplace, a plush carpet, and shelves and shelves of books. Cosy.
King, in his expensive suit trousers and nothing on top, is lighting a fire, even though it’s summer.
“Somewhere we won’t be disturbed. There’s no point in escaping. I own the whole area.”
It’s not like I thought he’d answer truthfully. It hardly matters, as I’m on my own either way. My only defence outside of Camden was anonymity. There’s no one I can call.
“Why am I here?” More to the point, why hasn’t he killed me?
My wrists ache from trying to break out of my restraints, but while his back is turned again, I try to wriggle a gap.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you go once it’s safe.”
What does that mean? “I was safe before you kidnapped me.”
“No. You weren’t.”
“Like hell.”
“Olivia.” He leaves the fire and stands over me. I drag my gaze up his body until our eyes meet. I’m flushed from my cheeks to my squirmy insides. He really needs to put on some more clothes so I can concentrate on escaping. As it is, all I can do is feel the echoes of him holding me to him. All I can think about is how it would feel to be pinned down by him again, but in a bed this time. To be pinned by a specific part of his anatomy. My imagination is hazy on that detail, but the thought of his weight on me, his strong hands making wicked mischief…
Despite the silver at his temples, King is in great shape. His still-bare chest is toned and scattered with black hair that leads down to the v pointing to where his trousers begin. His shoulders are wide and his arms bulge with muscles. Biceps? Triceps? Who knows. They make my mouth water.
He is, frankly, gorgeous.
He’s at least forty years old to my twenty, and it’s embarrassing how much that turns me on. All that experience and knowledge. And yes, the danger is part of the appeal. Not when it’s used against me, like Henry did, but in the abstract… I can’t help but want all that masculine force protecting me.
Except, that’s not what’s happening here, is it?
“I’m still dirty with river water, and so are you.”
I didn’t mean that to sound suggestive, but King’s eyes flare as soon as I’ve said it, and I would kick myself if I wasn’t tied up. But then… “Maybe we could shower?”
I can’t pretend that isn’t a hint. Because it’s occurring to me that this might not be as bad as I had first anticipated. There’ssexual tension crackling as brightly between us as the fire behind King.
“Right. And you need something better to wear.”
