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She won’t die, but it’s possible that there could come a point where she wants to. I won’t let her though. She’s my property, my prisoner, and she won’t ever escape my clutches.
“Don’t make me put you back in the box you hate so much,” I growl in her face and she scowls at me with anger. “I will punish you whenever you piss me off and each time, it will get worse. You think the box was bad? That was just the beginning. If you want to test me and see how bad it will get, be my guest, but you won’t like the results. If you’re done with the charade, get dressed.” I push her back until she stumbles and falls to the floor.
The old me would feel bad about her tripping and falling on her ass, but not anymore. She’s earned every scrape and bruise.
“You tore off my dress, asshole. Are you expecting me to walk around naked?”
Clearly, I don’t. I’d kill anyone who sees her naked without my cock being buried deep inside her.
I grab the dress on a wire hanger on the back of the door before tossing it to her. It’s just a basic long-sleeved white dress that will cover every place on her body that I always hated her showing off to everyone except me.
She liked wearing those skirts that were so short that when she bent over they showed off her underwear and shirts that dipped so far into her cleavage that the front clasp of her bra would show if she wore one.
However, I went a step further when picking out this dress. It goes down to the floor and will probably cut off any view of her cleavage.
Bronwyn stares at the dress like the piece of fabric is offensive before scowling at me.
“You’re not serious, are you?”
I know. She probably hasn’t worn this much fabric in her life.
“I very much am serious, little ghost. Put. It. On.”
She huffs, but does as she’s told. She grabs the dress off the hanger and slips it over her head.
“I swear, I’m going to kill you,” she threatens as she stands up and pushes the dress down her body until it hits the floor around her feet.
It’s a perfect fit.
“You can try to kill me all you want, but until you succeed, you’re mine.” I grab her by her elbow and drag her out of the room. The plane has emptied except the two of us and I notice how alert she is as she takes everything in.
“Where’s my daughter?” she asks, her voice full of worry.
“In a car with Xavi and the mutt. They’re headed to the compound, so calm your tits.”
She seems to relax a little as I guide her out of the plane.
Everything is going to go as planned and she won’t escape me again, even if I have to shackle her to my bed.
CHAPTER 29
THE GHOST
Jeremy guides me out of the plane and I take in my surroundings, finding I’m in the middle of an abandoned airstrip. It could be privately owned and not well-maintained, but I doubt it.
“Well. Hello, stranger.”
I snap my head around from a familiar voice and all the color drains from my face, similar to how it did when I saw Jeremy in his face paint, when I see Massimo standing there, leaning against a car.
“Max?”
What the fuck? Did the whole JMX gang get back together after Jeremy’s release from prison? I figured Xavi and Massimo would’ve gone straight to Jersey when Jeremy was sentenced.
Wait a minute. Is that where Jeremy has taken me?
Massimo grins. “Long time no see. Welcome home, little lady.”
I can’t deny that a big part of me is unimaginably happy to see Massimo. He has changed a little, like Jeremy. Massimo’s light brown hair is longer, almost taking on a shaggy hairstyle, and instead of the clean-shaven look I remember, he has a fullygroomed beard that compliments his rounded jaw. His blue eyes glow as if he’s the happiest he has ever been.
