He showered and then wet a washcloth. She was still in the same position he’d left her, making him smile. She hardly moved and didn’t say anything when he washed her off. He kissed her shoulder. “I’ll be right back.”
A minute later, he closed the drapes, turned off the lights, and maneuvered her so her back was pressed to his chest, and they were covered with the blanket.
“Never run from me again. Do you understand me?” he murmured against her ear.
“Yes. I understand.”
“Good.” He just knew he’d have to keep a better eye on her, and it wouldn’t be a hardship. He could watch her all day and never get bored.
Chapter Twenty
Duncan walked into a small, camouflaged steel building they had in the back of the acreage they called the shed. It was mostly underground and next to impossible to see unless you knew it was there. It didn’t have anything in it besides a few chairs, lights, and a table of instruments he and his brothers liked to use when they interrogated someone. There was also a steel sink off to the side that had a hose attachment on it, which came in handy when they washed up and cleaned the room. The walls, floor, and ceiling were concrete and easy to clean, and the floor had a drain in the middle.
He took his first glance at the bitch that almost cost him his wife as she was tied to a chair and had a rag tied over her mouth so the men he sent didn’t have to listen to her shit. It looked like she had cried most of the night because her eyes were red and swollen, and her makeup was streaked down her cheeks.
He pulled off the gag.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she yelled.
He took a few steps back and crossed his arms over his chest. “I fired you over a week ago, so what the fuck were you doing back in the house?”
“I forgot some of my things and came back to get them.”
“Why were you in my office?”
That seemed to catch her off-guard.
“I wasn’t in your office.”
He checked and wrote down the times he’d seen her. “I have you on tape coming out. You saw my wife and insinuated to her you were just in there sucking my cock.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“Then I see and hear you in the back sitting-room telling her in a roundabout way we were having an affair.”
“I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about. Now,let me go.”
His eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head to the side. “I was just going to slit your throat. It’s quick and easy.”
“Wait! What?” she squealed.
“I’ve decided to move you as far away from me as possible. It’s the only way I’ll let you live. I’ve got your apartment packed up. All you have to do is follow the van. If at any time I see you or hear about you making trouble, I will find you and take great pleasure in cutting you to shreds. Do you understand?”
The bluster and attitude were finally gone from her. “Yes.”
Duncan looked at one of his guys and tipped his head at her. “Untie her and get her out to her car. The van is waiting on the street.”
“You got it, boss.”
“I don’t think I have to tell you that if you say one word about what happened here or about anything to do with the family, you’ll be signing your death warrant.”
She nodded. “I know that.”
“Good.” Duncan turned and walked out of the shed. He’d debated about just killing her, but his angel hadn’t wanted him to go to that extreme, so they came up with this other idea. The cunt had no idea how close she came to dying. If it had been up to him, she’d already be buried.
Duncan went back into the house and into his office. He thought about going to check on Angelica, but he wanted her to sleep, and if he saw her, she’d strip and be inside of her instantly.
They’d spent most of the previous night tangled in the sheets, and he’d finally let her go to sleep at about four in the morning.