Page 29 of The Sicuro

Kelcie looks at me with a brow raised as Anders walks into the kitchen. Noticing Kelcie glaring at me he escorts Miss Burnett out.

“You’re not sending Sarah back to the apartment, are you?” The concern in her voice is causing it to break.

“No. She is at my place. It’s safe and monitored. She has a nurse visit her daily and is recovering well. Within the next month, she will be healed and on her way to her new life.”

“New life?”

“It’s best that we don’t know where Anders is dealing with it. She will be set up with what she wants, away from her ex and The Sicuro.”

Her expression is pained, she wants to know more but is accepting that she won’t.

“Your apartment? I did think this house was rather large for just you.”

“Came with the job Baby. I’ll get in touch with your landlord about handing the tenancy back.”

“What!” Her shock is evident in her raised voice. “Why?”

“When Sarah leaves there will be no requirement for it.”

“But that’s my place.” She tries to argue.

I have her here, and I’m keeping her here. Even when this has all died down, she’s staying. I stand, walk around to her and pull her close to me.

“Ok, let’s discuss this. You give me a good reason why you need to keep it and I’ll give you my reasoning on why you don’t.”

She attempts to give solid evidence on why she should, that’s where she lives, she needs somewhere to go when I’m done with her, she worked hard for it, and it gives her some kind of independence. All futile, my reasoning stronger, it’s been set alight so isn’t safe, O’Connell still hasn’t been located, when things have calmed down, she will have herindependence back. But most of all I will never be done with her, all I want is her, now, tomorrow, and always.

“I’m in a fixed contract for the tenancy.” A small smile takes over her, thinking she has found a technicality.

I continued to inform her that when the police finally interviewed Sarah regarding the incident and asked where she, the registered tenant was, they were told that she had gone overseas a while ago and had not returned. Since she hadn’t been reported as missing no further action was taken. The landlord was notified of this by David and that the rental payments would no longer be continued after the end of the month and the tenancy voided.

“So, no matter what I said, you’ve made the decision already.” She’s angry and I’m smiling. I wrap my arms around her.

“Currently O’Connell thinks you’re dead, I need to keep it that way until he’s been taken care of.”

“Great so I’m still a prisoner in this house.”

“No, you’re staying home, safe. In our home.” I feel her body sag, and she lets out a deep breath.

“Plus, now you don’t need to pay rent you can replace the clothes you lost. As much as I love you rocking around in an oversized tee, it’s not good for Anders and David’s hearts.”

She hums in agreement, knowing she is fighting a losing battle.

The next few days she tried to find some kind of routine to keep herself occupied, since the refurbishment was going on, she wouldkeep an oversight of it all, even making slight adjustments when it wasn’t to her liking. I think it gave her some level of control that she needed. When it was finally completed, she added her final touches, specific bedding, art, and mood lighting. She’s sat in the kitchen waiting for me, as I walk in, she’s in just an oversized tee with a glass of wine.

“The master suite is finished.” She licks her bottom lip, and the lust in her eyes awakens.

“Then show me.” I lift her, her legs wrapping around my hips, a sensation that I will never bore of.

Keeping her in my arms I carry her up to the room, reaching the door she releases her legs indicating to put her down. I lower her making her brush against me, there is a glint in her eyes as she pushes the door, opening it wide.

There is a four-post bed as per my request, it has drapes that go from each top corner to the next with them draping around each of the posts. I clock the fixtures on the posts that can have restraints clipped onto them. The soft headboard has a rail slightly above it with the same fixtures. The walls and ceiling are dark, almost black, and lights hang over the bedside tables providing a seductive glow. She’s had the window altered, now a floor to ceiling with one-way glass allowing you to watch the sunset. Sheer curtains are pulled open so as not to block the view and large thick curtains are tied back with the same tiebacks that I tied her up with in The Manor.

“You’ve done well.”

“That’s not all. Check under the bed, at the top.”

Moving the drape with my foot, I see a fitted drawer attached to the underside. I lean down opening it, an array of toys and leather restraints coming into view. I look at her and she’s grinning.

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