Page 10 of Forbidden Surrogate

I look this man straight in the eye, but then I catch sight of a door behind him. An exterior door, I think. Not a bedroom door. Once my gaze locks on the possible exit, all other thoughts leave my head, including common sense.

I have breath in my lungs, an exit in sight... and I don't know what those papers are or why he's questioning me. I just want to run. Luigi - I'm pretty sure that's his name - glances down again at the stack of papers and I take my one crazy shot at escape, even if I don't know where I am.

When you go to a second location with a kidnapper, your chances of survival decrease to pretty much zero. Any shot at escape is better than staying here. I launch my ass up from the couch. Dizziness from the liquor or the drugs nearly sends me straight back down, but I have adrenaline on my side.

I shoot past Luigi towards the door behind him, sprinting as fast as my heavy ass legs can carry me. My palms thud against the wooden door as I make it and then the jittery adrenaline makes my hands shake too much as I fumble around for the handle.

He's still after me. I hear two heavy footsteps behind me. I grab the door handle and throw the door open. I'm too fucking terrified to look behind me and I don't want to lose my tiny head start. Before I take one step out of the door into the rural environment I find myself in, a large pair of arms fly around my waist. I scream loudly as Luigi yanks me back into his house, snatching my hopes of freedom away from me at the last second.

"I said don't move," he snarls as his grasp on me tightens. He throws me back into the house forcefully and I stumble backwards, nearly falling over but landing against a table in the entryway instead as Luigi shuts the door, locks the deadbolt and turns to look at me with pure fury all over his dangerous, outraged face.

Chapter Five

Luigi

“Move one more muscle, and you will force me to subdue you completely and take you to my bedroom,” I growl at the woman standing before me as a mixture of horrifying emotions and realizations attack me at once.

Angela has finally gone too far. This is exactly why my father doesn’t allow women in family business and why the Taviani family has had a long history of keeping women in their rightful place – far away from mob problems.

I sense her fear, but it’s not my greatest concern. She signed the document, which I pre-signed because it’s my contract, of course I agree with every last word written in it.Fuck.This isn’t how I thought this would happen. If I wanted to… I could take what she owes me, but Angela has to be…crazyfor doing this. Delphine. I read her name on the contract, but I still haven’t said it out loud to her. She’s different from any woman that I’ve ever been with, which my insane sister knows.

Why did she sign this contract?

“Where’s Angela?” Delphine asks innocently, or perhaps to provoke guilt. I grimace, struggling to hide the smugness behind my tilted smile. Where’s Angela? That psychopath is the reason Delphine stands here before me utterly at my mercy, but mysister played her part well so Delphine clearly considers her an ally.

"Angela can't help you now."

Delphine puffs out her chest, which causes her prominent and extremely large breasts to jut forward between us.

"I don't know what those documents say, but you need to let me go," she says in a firm tone of voice that would have worked on me if I was a German Shepherd and not a grown man with his own ideas.

Brave. Very brave for a woman wearing chunky, nerdy glasses. I grimace again. Angela got her to sign the contract. I could follow through with it and solve at least one of my problems, although I'm starting to think my biggest problem is in fact my sister.

"I won't be doing that."

"I have been taken against my will."

I hold up the contract. "Not according to this contract."

"I don't remember that."

"It doesn't matter. I have your signature here."

I hand Delphine the stack of papers to jog her memory. Taking just one step closer to her activates something confusing and powerful in my lizard brain. That scent from the trunk of my Suburban gets stronger as Delphine's palm closes around the papers. She pushes her glasses up her nose and scans the document.

"This has to be a joke," she says, losing air as she finishes the sentence and scans the documents with complete panic.

"Not a joke."

"I was drunk! This is void!"

She drops the stack of papers again, not out of malice but out of sheer inability to hold it together. Delphine looks at me again, giving me a once over that clearly dissatisfies her.

"Oh hell no," she says and does something downright crazy as she tries to tackle me to get past me to the locked door again. Delphine's body lands against mine tits first with a thud as I wrap my arms around her and she screams as loudly as possible. I pull her against my chest, muffling her screams in my black t-shirt. Delphine wrestles me like she's trying to score a touchdown on the other side of that damn door, but I clamp my arms around Delphine and make good on my threats to carry her off to the bedroom.

Once I make it a couple steps forward with Delphine kicking and screaming against my chest, her fighting becomes more intense. Nails sink into my chest and I swear I feel some teeth biting my nipple as I fight her down the hallway, throw my bedroom door open and then toss Delphine inside so I can lock the door behind me.

I throw Delphine too hard into the bedroom and she stumbles back so hard that she falls over so by the time I get the door closed, she's flat on her ass and glaring at me as she makes two failed efforts to stand up. I reach my hand out to help Delphine up and she glares at it like I slipped it between my ass cheeks first.

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