Page 31 of Stolen By the Enemy

Just because I have mostly worked for Carlos before does not mean that I don’t have my own way of doing things.

I throw the phone across the room, swearing at these imbeciles.

They think that the ball is in their court, and that they can take all of the time they need, but they’re wrong.

My fingers drum impatiently on the desk as I watch the surveillance screens now, the room bathed in the eerie glow of multiple screens displaying different angles of my beach house.

Anger simmers inside my chest, fuelled by the constant delays and complications caused by the Baldini brothers.

"Idiots," I mutter under my breath, my frustration palpable in the room.

Luca and his brother have managed to turn a simple deal into a convoluted mess. I clench my jaw, the tension in the room matching the rising anger within me.

Grazia, the reluctant pawn in this dangerous game, appears on one of the monitors.

She moves with a certain grace, even when she isn’t trying to. My anger softens for a moment as I watch her.

I take a deep breath, attempting to rein in my emotions.

I thought that last night would be all I needed for my dick to stop craving Grazia’s body, but my frustration is at the boiling point, the only thing I can think of is to use her yet again to release all these negative emotions.

I take a look at the monitor once more and see her in the kitchen now, drawing with the sketchbook I had delivered to her.

She’s dressed in sweatpants and has her hair up, wearing her glasses. She’s still sexy as hell.

I’ve seen the way she dresses when she wants me to notice her. She doesn’t expect me to visit her tonight.

I press the speaker button.

“Grazia, go and put on something more…fun. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

A playful grin lights up Grazia's face, and she decides to amp things up a bit. With a burst of confidence, she shoots a cheeky wink at one of the hidden cameras.

Then, leaning casually against the wall, she pulls her sweatpants down just enough that her pussy is almost peeking out at me.

Her eyes follow the lens like she's in on some secret joke, and with a mischievous smile, she sends a flirty kiss its way.

I assume that means she isn’t going to fight me tonight, which would be a good thing for her, because I am not in a gentle mood.

I down two more glasses of tequila and grab my car keys.

This time, I’m going to the house with condoms. A mafia cartel baby would make this chaos an even bigger mess right now.

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The night air feels heavy with anticipation as I speed towards the beach house.

The streetlights flicker past, casting shadows on the dashboard. I grip the steering wheel, my knuckles white with tension.

Everything is bubbling up inside of me, ready to burst, and I know I need to release the tension before I explode.

The house is dark as I pull up to it.

After having her here for so long, sending her the drawing supplies, and making sure the house is stocked with food, I have spent more than enough money on this toy of mine, and if I say I want to play, we’re going to play.

Entering the house, I notice that the lights are off. Candles cast the only light in the rooms. There is also music playing.

Grazia is ready to play, and I can’t help but smile.

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