“Yeah,” Frankie—my second in command—said as he followed close behind with his gun ready just in case. “We’re good. The car’s in the alley waiting.”
I picked up my pace when Nayla began to stir. A soft groan escaped her pouty lips, and her long eyelashes fluttered. I had a sleeping beauty in my arms who was about to become a screaming banshee if I didn’t act quickly. I didn’t want to have to knock her out again, but I also didn’t want to deal with a hysterical woman fighting for her life. I needed to get her in the car before she came to.
“Pack her a bag and lock up the apartment. Make it look like she went on a trip. Grab her phone on the couch and ditch it,” I commanded. I didn’t need to look over my shoulder to assure someone was doing as I asked. My men always did my bidding without the slightest hesitation. I didn’t just demand their respect, but I also had busted my ass under my grandfather’s reign, as well as my father’s, to prove I was the right man to run this family. I’d earned my position since the day I was born into the mob. I was a young boss, but not a single man questioned my authority. Or at least not a man still alive today.
When I reached the town car, I positioned Nayla’s lifeless body in the backseat as gently as I could. She was already going to wake up with a nice size goose egg on the back of her head, and I had no intention of adding any more bruises and cuts to her body if I could help it. I quickly walked around the other side of the car and crawled in the backseat next to her. Without giving much thought, I lifted her head and positioned it on my lap. Banging on the bulletproof glass that separated me from the driver, I signaled that it was time to leave. My men would catch up with me later.
Nayla groaned again and moved her head side to side. I instantly regretted the placement of her head as the side of her face brushed up against the tip of my cock. I didn’t have time for this, and the last thing I needed was to muddy the waters—
But fuck!
Her face touched it again, and my cock had a mind of its own as it hardened and tented my slacks like I was some horny teenager. Thank God Frankie and the others weren’t here to witness this. I would have never heard the end of it.
I stared out the window and thought of the task at hand… focus, focus. I would not look down at her angelic face, her luscious lips, or the way her silken hair cascaded around my thigh. I would not look at her white lace panties that were on full display since her shirt had bunched up when I placed her in the backseat. I would not picture my cock plunging into that pussy of hers that only hid behind a thin piece of fabric.
Fuck it…
Yes, I would.
I couldn’t help but imagine how tight her tiny little hole would feel milking my—
Like a bolt of lightning, Nayla opened her eyes and sat up. Cowering against the door with wild eyes, she put out her hands to block an attack that wasn’t coming.
“Stay away from me!” she screamed. “Don’t hurt me.”
Yes, this was the reaction I was expecting. Luckily, we were already in the car heading to my hideout, and there was no one to hear her cries.
“Calm down,” I said as I repositioned my throbbing cock so it wasn’t so obvious how hard it still was.
Her eyes darted around the car and at the passing scenery. “Where are you taking me? What are you doing?” Her voice was high-pitched, and her chest heaved with every syllable.
“I said calm down. Panicking right now isn’t going to help your situation.”
She reached for the door handle and quickly found it to be locked from the outside. I couldn’t help but grin imagining the woman jumping out of a moving vehicle in nothing but a t-shirt, panties, and running barefoot on the dirty streets of New York.
Like a caged animal, she pressed her body further against the door—if that was even possible—as she stared at me with wide eyes and a trembling lip. “You can’t just kidnap me,” she said. “They’ll find me and”—she glanced outside again—“where are you taking me?”
I didn’t answer her. I knew she was afraid, but that was exactly what I needed right now. Fear gave me power, and Nayla Bell needed to truly understand how powerful I was.
“Please,” she said as her body shook slightly. She didn’t cry, which I admired. I figured she wouldn’t break easily, and she wasn’t letting me down in my assumption. I knew she would be a worthy opponent. “You don’t have to do this. It’s not too late to let me go.”