With This Ring (To Have And To Hold Duet #1) - Natasha Knight Page 0,9
to slap me. Instinct or stupidity. Jury’s still out.
I catch her wrist. “You’re an angry little thing, aren’t you?”
“You can fuck yourself, Cristiano Grigori. I will not be fucking you.”
I chuckle.
She raises her left arm to do what the right couldn’t. I catch that wrist too, my opinion leaning toward stupidity rather than instinct.
“Don’t think what I did for you was a kindness and don’t ever think to strike me. If you get rough, I’ll get rough and you’ve seen what I’m capable of.”
“Giving the order to kill you mean?”
I squeeze her wrists, walking her back to the wall. “The only thing keeping your brother and you alive right now is the warm pussy between your legs. Once I’m done with it, all bets are off, so I’d try really hard to ingratiate myself if I were you.” I lean in so the tip of my nose is touching the tip of hers. “I’ll make this simple so you can follow. Do not fuck with me. Am I clear, Scarlett?”
She grits her teeth I assume to stop herself from opening her smartass mouth.
I press her wrists into the wall and squeeze. “I asked you if I’m fucking clear?”
She winces, eyes wide. What does she see in mine, I wonder? Rage. Fury. A monster.
I raise my eyebrows. “Do I need to dumb it down some more?”
“I’m not stupid and you’re fucking crystal clear.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
She calls me an asshole under her breath. Not stupid enough to say it to my face at least.
“What was that?” I ask, cocking my head to the side.
She keeps her lips sealed.
“Did you fucking say something, Scarlett?”
“No.”
“Good.”
I look down at her blood-crusted dress, shift her wrists into one of my hands and grip the bodice.
“What are you—”
The dress makes a glorious ripping sound, cutting her off. It exposes her bra, her flat belly. I shift my gaze back to hers. Her eyes have gone wide, mouth still open.
“Get it off. Shower.” I release her wrists and walk to the door. “Alec.” The guard turns to me. “Keep an eye on Ms. De La Cruz,” I tell him, glancing at her. “She doesn’t go out and nobody comes in.”
She’s wordlessly cursing me to hell and back. All I have to do is look at her to know. Her hands are tight fists holding the remnants of her dress together.
“If she does anything stupid, don’t touch her. Punish her brother.”
“No!” she calls out.
I walk out, then stop and turn back to her. “Remember what I said. Face down, ass up.”
She loses what color remained on her face. Good. She’ll heel. Because the tables have turned on the De La Cruz family and I decide whether she and her brother live or die.
3
Scarlett
I stand at the wall and watch the door close. I don’t breathe until it does. I don’t move until his footsteps have receded and a full minute has passed.
Punish her brother.
Shit.
He could have threatened to throw me back into the cell. Could have threatened me bodily harm. But he’s too clever for that. He knows I’ll obey if he threatens Noah.
Face down, ass up.
I can’t even begin to think about that part because what the hell just happened?
And the comment about no one coming in. Who would come in? My uncle? I’m an enemy to every single person in this house. I guess he wants to be sure I’m in one piece when he gets back to do what he thinks he’s going to do.
I shake my head, try to clear that thought and the ones that follow. Because I’m not stupid. He doesn’t need my permission to do anything.
I look down at myself, at the torn, ruined dress, then shift my gaze around the room. I thought maybe we were at Rinaldi’s compound where he’d been keeping me the days leading up to the wedding. But I don’t think that’s right. I only saw that tower room, but this isn’t the same place.
I’m in a large room. A master suite with what looks like a custom-made King-size bed against one wall and antique looking furniture, a desk, a dresser, and the nightstands. One door for the closet and another to the bathroom. The last one leads out into the hallway where I have no doubt Alec, the soldier, is still standing guard.
There are three windows along one wall. The other walls don’t have windows.
He’d said island. He didn’t want my brother’s bodies on his island.