Page 6 of Surprise Pregnancy for Villain

“Bringing you down a peg or two,” Lucca replies, scanning my body with those sinister eyes that bring back memories of that night. Another chill lashes my body, and I look away.

“I can’t wait for you to be mine. Officially. No longer under your father’s protection. Belonging only to me. Oh, I’m going to enjoy scraping that sassy attitude from your gorgeous body.” He leans in with a whisper. “The other night was only a preview, darling.”

A soft gasp flies from my lips as my head whips around. “I’m going to tell my father.”

Lucca sneers. “Who do you think he’ll believe, the clan’s future Don, or a spoiled, entitled girl whose only talents involve sneaking out and running up her father’s credit card bill?”

“You put your hands on me again, and we’ll find out who he’ll believe, you asshole.”

“Did I put my hands on you?” His smirk deepens, and he spreads his oversized hands. “These are only made to give pleasure, my sweet.”

“You know what you did.”

“And I don’t know what you’re talking about. There are many ways to make a woman submissive without using my hands. Which I’m really looking forward to. Unless you submit to me willingly, that is, then there’ll be no need to hurt you.”

I shoot up from my seat, anger flaring. “If you ever cross the line with me again, I’m going to tell my father.”

Lucca relaxes in his seat, unaffected by my remark. “Be my guest. Your father has already agreed to the marriage, an agreement that is sealed with a vow. He’ll never break it. You know that.”

The hard truth hits me, and I sit back down. Even if my dad believed me, he would never end the engagement. Tradition matters, even above my well-being. There won’t be a war. My father would rather sentence me to a lifetime of misery than break his vow.

“Yes… I like you best when you’re not speaking.” Lucca’s hand shoots out to rest on my knee and starts rubbing it in circles.

I brush it away as though a spider had landed on me. And maybe it has. Lucca resembles a spider with his thin limbs, slicked hair and eyes so black they seem to reflect no light. “I don’t care about my father’s stupid vow. Don’t touch me,” I hiss.

Lucca leans in closer to whisper in my ear. “When we’re married, I’ll touch you anyway I like. The sooner you get used to that fact, the better.”

I suppress a shiver of dread. Mercifully, Carmen returns with more wine. I take a greedy gulp from the glass when she hands it to me.

Lucca chuckles. “That’s it, darling. Get all liquored up, so we can take a test run of our wedding night. Your father won’t mind. That beautiful flower between your legs is already mine, anyway.”

This time, he slinks his arm around my shoulders, and I react instinctively, slapping him in the face.

He recoils in surprise, but his lips curl into a sinister smile. “Oh, I’m definitely going to enjoy bringing you to your knees, you fucking brat.”

Without thinking, so fueled I am by my anger, I throw the rest of my wine at his head, then shoot up from the couch, aware that eyes are on me now. Thank God, Daddy has already left.

“There’s your brat, you jackass.”

He looks up at me with an expression like I’ve just given the Pope the finger. “You little bitch,” he growls, wine dripping off his chin and soiling his crisp white dress shirt. “You’re gonna pay for that. Oh, I can’t wait to teach you a fucking lesson. Wait until I slip that ring on your finger.”

Carmen pulls me back, as though she expects him to make good on his threat right now. “Nicki…” she warns, but I shrug her off. I pivot on my spiked heels and exit as fast as the treacherous things will allow. I hurry to my room and lock the door. Katie will be here soon, and now my exquisite dress reeks of sickly-sweet cologne. I practically rip it off and throw on some jeans and a tank top, a more escape-friendly attire.

I exchange the deadly stilettos for a comfy pair of runners and leave the room. There’s an elevator on the upper floor that runs straight to the basement, no stops. I kick myself mentally for not thinking of it before; this whole ugly incident could have been avoided.

I press a button, and the doors slide open. I step in and catch my breath as it descends, then it spits me out into the concrete cavern of the parking garage. The headlights of Katie’s car flash as I run toward it. I practically dive into the back seat and slam the door.

“Let’s get out of here,” I yell.

Katie twists around to look at me, her green eyes wide. “What’s going on? You look like the devil himself is chasing you.”

“You’re not far off,” I say, righting myself on the seat. “Just step on it, I’ll explain later.”

Chapter Four

Ezio

The Satellite Club is alive with energy and not just the electrical or mechanical kind. The human kind; the sweaty, lustful, arousing kind. I can feel the heat from where I stand in the shadows, watching from the sidelines as I always do.

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