Page 15 of Pit

He sighs heavily and turns to me. “I feel like I have a fucking wife all of a sudden. Eat the bacon, slice the bread, and shut the fuck up.”

I roll my eyes and grab the bacon. “What about coffee?” I ask.

“Fuck’s sake,” he mutters in irritation. “It’s in the cupboard, but only if you like it black cos we’re fresh out of milk.”

“I can only drink it with milk,” I say.

He scoffs. “Well, sorry, princess, I didn’t expect visitors, so I didn’t get any in.”

“Is there a shop around here?” I ask, hoping to God he tells me there’s a town or something close by. At least then, if I get a chance, I can make a run for it in the hope I’ll eventually find someone.

He fixes me with a glare, arching a brow, and I swallow the panic in my throat. I’m pushing him to the limit. “You realise you’re here as a prisoner, right? This ain’t some holiday.”

I give a stiff nod. “Good job really. I’d definitely rate you as poor for the toilet situation.” My attempt to lighten the mood works, and he almost smiles before turning back to the laptop.

I make a sandwich and take a seat opposite him again. He slams the laptop closed and his troubled stare fixes on the table like that has some answers. After a few minutes of silence, I sigh, getting his attention. He waits for me to speak, so I force a weak smile. “I was just wondering what happens next.”

“That depends on your husband.”

I shudder at the term. Fuck.Husband.The second we signed the register, the realisation of what I’d actually agreed to weighed me down. The fact we never consummated because of Alec’s deal might have been a sign. He was due to whisk me off to Dubai for our honeymoon the second the deal went through.

“What does that mean exactly?”

“How confident are you that he’ll come to your rescue?” he asks, smirking.

Not at all, I think to myself, but I nod. “Very.”

“Good, because you’ve bought yourself some extra time.”

“I’m the bait?” I ask, and he grins. “You want him to come for me so you can get to him?”

“Yep, unless we find him before then.”

“And if that happens?”

He stands, leaning across the table until his face is inches from mine. “Then we won’t need you anymore.”

“Either way, I don’t get out of this?” My heart slams hard in my chest.

“Bingo, sweetheart.”

The day drags. Pit spends most of it away from me as his faithful mutts follow my every move, making the chance of escape impossible. I’ve checked the kitchen from top to bottom for weapons, but the cutlery is all gone, hidden out of sight.

It’s late afternoon when the rumble of bikes fills the air. I rush to the window as a group of men dismount their bikes, all shaking hands with Pit. They carry boxes of beer around the side of the house, disappearing from view.

I sigh heavily and drop down onto the couch. There isn’t even a damn television in this dump. King rests his head on my lap, and I smile. I’ve hated dogs since I was a kid, but this one is kind of cute and has taken a shine to me. I pat the space beside me, and he jumps up, curling himself around my legs. Gigi remains glaring at me, and I smirk. “Don’t be jealous,” I whisper. “He likes me.”

“One word and she’ll take your face off.” I start at the sound of Pit as he saunters in with a beer in his hand. “Go to bed,” he tells me.

I frown. “No.”

“It wasn’t a fucking request.”

“It’s early.”

“Do we need to visit the shed outside?” he threatens.

I narrow my eyes but push to my feet. “Are you having a party?”

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