Page 42 of Twisted Obsession
I had to come up with a plan real soon. The battery on Marta’s cell phone wasn’t going to last forever and I had no way of charging it.
After eating my Danish, I decided to clear my head by taking a walk around the gardens. I hadn’t seen Dmitri all day, which, in a sense, was a good thing. Whenever he was around me, my defenses against him weakened. Every moment I spent with him I found myself wanting to be around him more and more. I missed him.Stop thinking that way, Lara. He was a murderer.
There was only so much time I could spend outside, so after getting my fill of the warm sunshine and the fragrance of the beautiful flowers, I headed back inside.
Not watching where I was going, I ran straight into a wall of steel—the steel wall being Dmitri. He took hold of my arms and steadied me before I tumbled backward.
“You’re back.” I looked up at him, noticing how tired he looked.
“You need to pack a small bag. We leave in an hour.” Dmitri turned on his heels with no other explanation.
“Wait.” I reached out and took hold of his arm. “You can’t just leave and tell me to pack a bag without telling me where we are going.”
“All you need to know is you need to be ready in an hour.”
Dmitri placed a kiss on my forehead and left me standing with no answer as to where he was taking me. I hated being treated this way, but instead of pushing the issue, I decided to choose my battles. I would find out where we were going soon enough.
Dmitri must have already packed a bag because by the time I came down the stairs with my small suitcase, his was already sitting on the marble floor next to the front door. He still hadn’t told me where we were going, but it was evident that given his conversation with Stepan in Russian, he wanted to keep our destination from me. It was starting to piss me off.
When he emerged from his study, I let him know just how much. “Unless you tell me where the hell you’re taking me, I’m not moving.”
“I don’t have time for your childish games, Lara,” he mused.
“Then maybe you should have married someone your own age,” I quipped, provoking him further.
I wondered what kind of punishment he would dole out once we got to wherever it was, we were going. Either way, I wasn’t moving.
“I guess, I have no choice but to carry you.” Without warning, Dmitri, took hold of my arm and effortlessly slung my body over his shoulder. The skater skirt I wore exposed my ass not only to Stepan but to all the staff. Thankfully. I wore panties instead of a thong and my ass cheeks were somewhat covered.
“Put me down.” I demanded, pounding my fists against his back.
“Not until you are in the vehicle.” His hand came across my ass with a sudden strike. “Now hold still.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
Dmitri lowered me into the car and took a seat beside me. I was so angry at him, but more than that, I was angry at myself for allowing him to control me this way.
I kept quiet while Dmitri spent most of the ride on his phone. When Stepan had brought the SUV to a stop alongside a black jet, I knew wherever we were going warranted a plane ride. Stepan grabbed our suitcases while Dmitri and I got out of the vehicle and headed inside the jet.
Once inside, I was taken aback by the richly detailed interior. It was by far the most luxurious plane I had ever been inside. The seating was black leather with red stitching. The walls carried the same black and red theme, with the molding being highlighted in red. There was a mini bar off to the right toward the back of the jet with a small hallway to its left, which Iwas certain led to a small bedroom. My papa had commissioned jets like this, but nothing this grand. It was clear Dmitri didn’t just rent this jet, he owned it.
“Make yourself comfortable. We have a long flight,” Dmitri divulged as he walked over to the minibar.
“Where?” I asked again, hoping this time he would give me a straight answer.
“Cuba.”
Cuba, What the fuck?
There are only two things that happen in Cuba: drugs and human trafficking.
“Are you going to sell me?” I asked with a shaky breath.
Dmitri whipped his head toward me like my question was an insult. Closing the gap between us, he placed his hand on my cheek and brought his lips to mine.
“I would never sell something as precious as you. You are mine and no one touches what is mine.”
