Page 15 of Enforcer's Obsession

There was nothing I could do about that now. So instead I focused on my current predicament.

Staring at it wouldn’t make the gown any bigger, so I did the best I could to make a dress out of one by tucking the paper under my arms to cover my breasts and pulled the other gown over my shoulders.

A sneeze, a cough, one wrong move, and the gown would be ripped to shreds, but all I could do now was hope for the best.

Hard to believe that something as ordinary as a drink with my bestie had ended up like this.

And then an even worse though struck.

“Where’s my friend?” I asked, forgetting my own problems for a moment.

I tried to be firm but knew I sounded worried and nervous, and the man didn’t miss it.

He chuckled, the sound low in his throat and brimming with menace.

“Do you think you’re in a position to ask questions?” His voice was calm, but I knew he was intimidating me.

But I also refused to cower, not when Molly’s safety was at stake.

“Where is she?” I repeated.

“If you behave yourself, I might tell you,” he finally responded, his lips ticked up in a smile that filled me with dread.

He’d turned to face me and his eyes hadn’t left mine. The moment extended, became too much, and I looked down but forced myself to look up and meet his eyes again.

“You can’t just—” I started but then cut off quickly.

He hadn’t spoken, but the way he stood, his body radiating annoyance killed my words before they could leave my mouth.

“What can’t I do, belissima?” he asked.

A simple question, but one that only underscored my situation.

The answer was plain and simple.

Undeniable.

Nothing.

There was nothing he couldn’t do.

He was in control, and I was utterly powerless.

I’d thought I understood that before, but the reality of that truth hit me again as he stared at me.

He was still bare-chested, and I couldn’t help but notice he looked completely at ease.

This was just another day’s work for him.

Not one of the most terrifying and disorienting experiences of his life.

And I would be foolish to pretend that I was anything but completely at his mercy.

I knew that, and I watched him as he waited for me to accept it.

His curt little nod told me he saw the exact moment that I did.

“Any other questions?” he said.

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