Page 13 of The Mafia's Vendetta

He watched her debate whether she told him or not.

“It’s Carrie.”

He rolled his eyes.Another lie.He’d find out the truth sooner than later.

She stiffened even more when they pulled up outside of his house.

“This is my home.”

She glanced at him and then away.He knew she didn’t believe him, but there was little he could do about it right then.

Drew slid out of the car.He never released her as he pulled her out to stand beside him.He saw her arm come up in his peripheral vision.Instinct had him reaching out for her hand.He yanked the canister from her grip, making her scream in anger.He glanced down at it.

Fuck.Pepper spray.That would have fucking hurt like hell.“That’s not a nice thing to do.”

She looked surprised and then angry again.

Instead of fighting her, he threw her over his shoulder.His hand came down on her ass when she continued to fight.

“Enough,” he barked.

She settled for the moment, but he didn’t trust it would stay that way.

The front door opened before he got to it.

“Thank you, Jones.”

“You’re welcome, sir.Do you need anything?”

“Not at the moment,” Drew said.“Oh, wait.Have the kitchen send up a small snack tray.This woman hasn’t eaten in a while.”

“Very good, sir.It will be up shortly.”

Drew walked up the stairs and down the hall to his room.He locked the door before setting her down on her feet.Before she could do anything, he snatched the ugly glasses from her face.

“Hey!”she yelled.“Give me those.”

He shook his head and looked through the glass.Just what he guessed.It was clear glass.She gasped when he crushed them in a hand.

“Wait.I need those.”

“No, you don’t.Now, would you like a shower before or after you eat?”

She crossed her arms over her chest.“I’m not hungry or dirty.”

He sighed.“Everything with you is going to be a fight until you learn to trust me, isn’t it?”

She chuckled, but it didn’t sound real.“That will never happen.”

He cupped her chin, tightening his grip when she tried to pull away.“You might not think so right now, but eventually you will.”

“How long are you going to keep me here?”she asked when he let her go.

He took a few steps away and started to unbutton his shirt.“That depends on a few things we’ll talk about later.I’ll have you eat…”

She shook her head.

“You will eat something, or I’ll shove it down your throat.”He wiped a hand down his face.He asked her to trust him and threatened her not a minute later.“Listen, you’re very thin.Is that how you want to be?Because it’s unhealthy.”

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