“Fuck off,” I say after I swallow a bit of sausage.
He sets the newspaper down and gets up, walking around the table to me. I grip my fork tightly and raise it when he’s near, but he grabs my wrist and twists it, forcing me to drop the fork.
He yanks me to my feet and grabs my shoulders, bringing me closer to him again. “There are rules to follow, Kira. I told you if you’re not going to follow them, I will punish you.”
“No,” I gasp out, but it’s no use. He spins me around and forces me over the table. I try to push back, but he’s so damn strong. He yanks down my pants and wallops my ass. It stings, but at the same time, it ignites something in me. He hits me again, hitting the other side, and I bite my lip. I scold myself for the feelings I’m getting. I stifle a groan when he hits me a little lower and too close to my lips. He yanks my pants up and steps back.
“You will obey me,” he says authoritatively.
“I’m not your fucking toy,” I snap, and he forces me down again. My pants go down again, and he spanks me again. It’s not so hard that it’s that painful, but it’s more the humiliation of the action. Also, the feeling of him being so close to touching me arouses me, and I hate it. I feel disgusted with myself.
Suddenly the pressure holding me down releases, and I hear him walk off. I pull my pants up and turn to see as he leaves the room. His no-fuck attitude is rather appealing. He was so soft and sweet when we were in college. This is a controlling side of him that I’m not used to, and while a part of me is disgusted with how he has changed, another part of me secretly wishes he would touch me.
Argh! How can I be thinking like this? The man literally kidnapped me and is holding me hostage. I can’t be falling for my captor.
Especially when he is such a dick.
I sit back down, wincing slightly, and finish my breakfast. After that, I decide to give the home theater a spin to pass the time. I don’t see Miguel anywhere as I walk through the house. Jarred is always nearby, but he doesn’t say anything to me.
I scroll through the movies and put on one of Raphael’s favorite Disney films. As it plays, I think about my son and the smile on his face whenever he watches this. I remember how sweet he looked sleeping the last morning I saw him when I left him with Sofia. Who is taking care of him now? I hope it isn’t my father.
I wish there were a way I could check on him. A way to communicate with him without telling Miguel why I need a way to communicate with my family. I don’t want him to take Raphael, and I don’t know how he will react to the news that he has a Sorvino son. He might even have him killed so he doesn’t threaten to take over his position as Don one day.
I glance around and note that Jarred is sitting at the back, but his head has dropped forward.
It dawns on me that he’s dozed off because of the boring kid's movie. This could be my opportunity to try finding a phone or computer to contact Alessandro.
I leave the movie playing. It’s loud enough to cover the sound of me going. I hold my breath until I’m out. I glance around. There are no other guards on this level, so I quickly make my way through the various rooms, trying to find one with a phone or computer.
Finally, I enter what must be an office. It must be Miguel’s office.
I sneak into it quietly and sit at the table. The laptop is already logged in, so I bring up his browser and log into my emails.
I compose a new one and am typing in Alessandro’s private email address when there’s movement at the door. I quickly close the browser and look up as Miguel enters the room. He glares at me.
“What do you think you’re fucking doing?” he growls.
I swallow hard.
Chapter 18 - Miguel
She stares at me stupidly, and I roar, “Jarred!”
There’s no answer, and she stares at me. The door for the home theater crashes open, and Jarred comes running down the hallway breathlessly.
“Don Rossi,” he says, terrified of the look in my eyes.
“How’d she get into my office? Were you too busy watching a movie?”
He doesn’t answer me, and I backhand him. “Go get your brother. He’ll take over your duties since you’re so incapable.”
He slinks off, looking mortified, and I wait until he’s down the stairs before I turn to Kira.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m exploring,” I can tell she is lying. She blinks a lot when she lies.
“Bullshit,” I say. “You didn’t have to come into this office to explore it. It’s only open because I stepped away for a moment.”