Page 79 of Sexted By a Stranger
Just then—
The iron door was brutally yanked open from outside. Harsh light stabbed my eyes, blurring my vision. A massive figure blocked the doorway, backlit, casting a huge, suffocating shadow.
Connor.
That twisted face wore a sinister grin as he looked at me cowering in the corner, like a lamb in a slaughterhouse.
"Perfect timing, little beauty." His voice carried malicious satisfaction. "Your knight is quite eager to come die for you."
Before he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed my arm, violently hauling me up from the ground.
I stumbled, and Connor's men immediately stepped forward, roughly twisting my arms.
"Easy." I gritted my teeth. "It's not like I can run."
Connor smiled coldly. "Smart. Don't try anything stupid later, or both you and that Italian bastard will die here."
I said nothing more.
Fortunately, the rope had worn down considerably, though it hadn't completely snapped yet.
I was shoved and pushed, stumbling through those familiar yet strange corridors.
The dance hall's heavy doors were within reach.
But Connor stopped.
"My good girl, you wait right here and watch me teach your knight a lesson."
When the doors opened, a mixture of blood, alcohol, and gunpowder smoke hit me. I nearly gagged but forced it down.
In the center, a figure stood there.
Luca.
He stood there, the deadly aura surrounding him almost solidifying the air itself.
However, when his gaze pierced through the chaotic lights and locked onto me—
Time seemed to reverse.
I fell once again into those deep brown eyes. Once, they had been full of possessiveness and cherishing, but now they churned with broken pain and fear.
Overwhelming regret nearly drowned me. Why didn't I tell him sooner? Why was I so stupidly hesitant? Why didn't I share the precious news of my pregnancy as the strongest bond between us? If… if my hesitation caused him and the baby to die here together…
This thought brought terror colder than the gun barrel pressed against my temple.
"Luca. Look at your stellina." Connor's voice slithered into my ear like a snake, cold and wet. "Such a beautiful face, such captivating eyes. Too bad they're about to bloom. Want her to live?"
His voice suddenly rose, filled with hysterical excitement. "Right now. Right here. Sign." One of his men immediately handed over an open black folder containing several documents, the bright red "Transfer Agreement" glaring under the spinning lights.
"All the casinos in New York. And the port docks. Everything." The gun ground threateningly against my temple, bringing sharp pain.
"Otherwise…" he paused deliberately, "I guarantee you, her, and any little surprises you might have will all become a puddle of blood on this floor."
Connor's last precise and vicious threat exploded in my brain like a bomb.
He knew?. Or was it just malicious guessing?
