Nina.
No, she’s not here. I’m fucking Eden, not Nina.
I close and open my eyes trying to make Nina go away but I can’t.
“I chose you, Matteo,” Nina says, looking at me with big sad eyes.
“No, you chose Arlo.”
She shakes her head. “I chose you…”
Knocking, followed by shouting, brings me back to reality and the dream slowly fades.
Eden is lying beneath me, her eyes wide with concern.
My bedroom door opens, and Maximo sticks his head in. He immediately turns his head away when he spots the two of us.
"Sorry boss, but we need you. We lost three men in a gunfight. Clive and Erick were trying to sell weapons on our territory again and—”
“I’ll be right there. Drive the Rolls Royce around to the front, and I’ll meet you there."
“Yes, sir,” Maximo says, sticking his head back in for half a second to catch another peek. His face flushes red, and he smirks before he runs off to do what I commanded.
“This will have to continue later.”
I stand up and release my hands from her, although her leg remains chained to the floor.
She exhales like she has been holding her breath this entire time, while I walk to the bathroom where I left my clothes to shower. I grab my underwear and slip it on, not bothering to wash her slickness off of me. I put on my jeans and T-shirt before grabbing my gun from the counter and stashing it in the back of my jeans. I glance in the mirror.
I punch it without thinking. My knuckles split as the glass digs deep into them. Rage is all my body registers; the pain doesn’t even exist. I’m pissed that Maximo interrupted us, but also mad that even if he didn’t, I wasn’t strong enough to finish torturing her. Nina is messing with my head. I’m not strong enough to abuse her as I should. I didn’t do enough to break her. My cock barely touched her. I have to rape her, make her fear for her life. It’s the only way.
It's because you're such a pathetic little bitch, my father's voice rings in my ear.
He still has a fucking hold on me even though he's no longer in power. He's gone, or as good as gone. Last time I checked on him, he was recovering in a physical therapy center in Scotland.
I walk back to Eden who is pretending to sleep on the couch so that I’ll leave her be.
"Get up."
Her eyes open thinly, but she doesn't move. I grab her arm and jerk her up, tired of her games. I unshackle her, not bothering her to shackle her back to myself. Instead, I twist her arm behind her back and lead her out my bedroom, down the hallway, and down the stairs to the darkest place in the mansion. The dungeon.
"What's going on?"
"I have work to do, and I'm tired of your games. I know that you've been getting food elsewhere. And I know that the food and sleep deprivation aren’t doi
ng enough anyway. It's time for Plan B."
"And what's plan B?"
I throw her to the dungeon floor and pull out the needle filled with drugs that will knock her out for at least twenty-four hours.
"No." Her eyes grow big and her body trembles, just enough to be noticeable. She’s more afraid than she was a moment ago when my cock was buried inside her.
I should be focused on pushing the needle into Eden’s neck, instead of cooking her. All I can think about is her gorgeous lips and beautiful cunt wrapped around my dick.
It gives Eden a chance to run to the door I locked behind me. She grabs the doorknob and shakes it fiercely, trying to pry it open, but it doesn't budge. I march toward her with the syringe in my hand.
"No."