Page 28 of Beautiful Revenge

“I imagined marrying a high ranking Mafia man. One who has wealth and status and power. Why?”

“So, you were taught from birth to think of yourself as better than other people.”

“I know I’m better.”

“You’re not better, princess. You just think you are. But I’m going to drag you into the mud right along with me.”

“I will fight tooth and nail to stop you from doing that,” I say.

His smile is dangerous. “But you won’t be able to stop me forever.”

“I just have to stop you long enough until Dante finds me. Until he saves me. And you’re killed and I’ll never have to deal with you again.”

“I think it’s cute how you’re so convinced Dante will save you but where is he? Look out your window, princess. We’re in the middle of nowhere. You really think Dante will be able to find us here? He doesn’t know where you are. You are mine now.”

I shudder. “I am nobody’s. I’m definitely not yours.” But the longer I spend time with Finn, the more I know he’s going to break me down. I can already feel it happening. I’m not as scared of him as I first was.

That’s a problem.

“Where are you taking me anyway?” I ask, looking out my window. We’re in a woodsy area. God, I’ve never been to the woods. Never been camping. Not even glamping.

“To our new home for the next few days. It’s a cabin.” At that very moment, he drives up a long dirt path to a small cabin. It’s an ugly little thing.

“No.”

“No? You can’t stop this from happening, princess. This will be your home. For the time being anyway. If you don’t get out of the car, I’m going to drag you inside.”

That’s the last thing I want so I force myself out of the car and walk with dignity up to the cabin. The inside is actually a lot cleaner than I thought it would be. In fact, it’s more cute than I thought it would be. It’s like something out of a fairytale.

The living room and kitchen are all in one large room and through a doorway at the end of a short hall, I see a bedroom. A new place for Finn to tie me up to, I guess.

He stands right behind me. I hate to admit it but he smells good. Whatever his cologne is, it’s doing strange things to me.

He could touch me if he wanted to but he doesn’t. He juststandsthere, making his presence known.

It’s only when he steps back, that I can breathe again.

Finn informs me the following day that he’s inviting some friends over.

“Did I hear you right?” I’m on the couch, not tied up to the bed for once. Finn hasn’t left the cabin all night so he didn’t feel the need to keep me tied up in one place, a fact for which I’m grateful.

He also didn’t take my clothes from me, another thing I’m grateful for. This doesn’t win him any brownie points though. He’s still an evil man.

“You did. I have some friends in this area and asked them to join me here for a party. There will be booze. Some drugs. We’ll have fun.”

“And… what about me?”

“You’ll join us for the party.”

“But aren’t you worried about people seeing me?”

He shrugs. “Not these guys. They won’t tell anyone they were here. They know I’ll kill them if they do.”

“You’re so weird. Having a party with your kidnapped victim.”

“Need to have some fun here and there. And a cabin in the woods is the perfect place to do it.”

“I’m not going to debase myself by being at a party with a bunch of drunk rednecks.”

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