7
What I wouldn’t give right now for a nice stroll in the park. My legs ache from being still for so long and with my arms pinned above my head the blood can’t circulate properly meaning my fingers tingle every time I move them.
I’m starving too. My stomach cramps painfully and I blow out a frustrated breath. The sun is blaring through the window, the sky a perfect cloudless blue. Every now and then a bird will fly passed the window but other than that, it’s completely silent and still. I tilt my head and sniff.
Jesus. A shower would be nice.
The need to get out of here was still as strong as ever but I had no idea how I was going to manage it. I’ve been alone more than I’ve had company and still no idea why I’m here.
It all leads back to my dad, of course it does but whatever it is he did, it doesn’t look like their willing to negotiate with me or even share the information.
I wonder if he’s fighting for me at all. I wonder if he knows it’s Alexander Silver who has me.
When the door opens to the room I don’t bother looking up. I just lay there staring at the ceiling, waiting for whoever it is to step into view.
Alexander stands at the side of the bed, looking down at me. He’s dressed in a pristine charcoal grey suit, his unruly hair falling over his forehead. His hands are buried into the pockets of his trousers, causing the jacket he has on to open a little, showing the handle of his Glock. There’s no tie to finish the look, just the two top buttons of his white shirt open, showing off bronzed skin. My tongue traces the cut in my bottom lip, the sting of it making me wince as I remember the way his mouth felt when it was on mine, hard, unforgiving and all consuming. Even if I don’t want to remember how it made me feel, the thought of it still warms me through, how dangerous it was, how fucking dirty…
“It appears we’ve hit a bit of an impasse, Little bird,” he says quietly, crouching until his eyes are level with mine. Lazily I roll my head to the side, sucking in a breath to prepare myself for his ruthless beauty.
It really isn’t fair that a man like him has been graced with such looks. He’s a wolf, beautiful and yet deadly, one snap of his teeth and you’ll lose a hand, or he’ll simply rip your throat out. He isn’t a man to be underestimated. There’s this calm storm that seems to always blow around him, it doesn’t appear to be harmful but then if you step into it, it’ll sweep you away.
The man is the devil, in all his glory.
I knew it in the club, I knew it when I was staring down the end of his barrel, my own pointed at him, and I certainly knew it when his hands wrapped around my throat. He was fully prepared to kill me there and then, with his bare hands on my living room floor. Had I not stabbed him when I did, I had no doubt I’d be buried in an unmarked grave somewhere out in the sticks for the scavengers to dig up.
I swallow, but I refuse to fear him. I won’t give him that power over me. I may be on the bottom here, but I’ll never show it to him. He can keep me here all he likes, he can tie me up, he can even hurt me if he wants but I’ll never give him my vulnerability.
Showing a weakness in front of this man would be like showing your jugular to a lion.
Foolish.
“Oh yeah?” My voice is croaky and hoarse from lack of use and hydration, and I swallow painfully, eyes watering with the pain, “how so?”
“It appears daddy wants to send a message,” he rubs a hand across his scruff, his eyes rolling slowly over my body. I squirm under the heat of it.
I have to be all kinds of fucked up to get turned on by him.
But the clenching in my belly and the ache between my thighs tells me all I need to know.
He may be a monster but I’m the depraved little girl too curious to heed the warnings ringing in my head, wanting to know exactly how it would feel to be fucked by a man like Alexander Silver.
“What message?”
So he was looking for me and negotiating perhaps?
“Well he set one of my warehouses on fire.” Alexander rolls his head, cracking his neck.
I can’t hide my shock at that news. I couldn’t imagine the man I knew as my dad to set anything on fire. He looked too tidy to get dirty himself, I’m sure he had men to do that for him.
“Interesting.”
Alexander quirks a brow, “I lost a lot of money you know.”
“I’m sure you have more to spare a few thousand.”
“Try a few million.”
“What did he want to say?” I change the subject.