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“What have you done?” I hissed, my voice quavering. “Take me back. Right this second.”
Bas grinned, wolf-like, his eyes filled with something dark and cruel.A look very much like his father’s, I realized with terror.
“You’ll fulfill your promise, principessa,” Bas murmured, his voice dark and full of threat as his eyes raked over me.
And just like a fool, I drowned in them, letting him pull me into the abyss.
Hate him, Wynter. Hate him.
It was my only weapon against him. Yet, my heart couldn’t find an ounce of hate for him. Stupid, traitorous heart.
The car came to a stop. I startled, my hands reached the door handle and I jumped outside. Though I instantly realized my mistake.
There was nowhere to run. I was in the middle of a desert.
CHAPTER46
Basilio
The sedative made Wynter weak as she stumbled out of the car.
I immediately lifted her small body into my arms and walked into Emory’s house. We were back in Nevada. Far enough from everyone that we’d see someone coming from miles away.
“You don’t know what you’ve done,” she hissed weakly, her fists hitting against my chest “They’ll come for you.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Let them come. I’m counting on it, and if they try to take you away, I’ll kill them all. I’ll show them why they call me the Villainous Kingpin.”
She stiffened and a bitter laugh escaped me. “What’s the matter, principessa? Got more than you bargained for?”
She had fucking left me, moved on, without a second goddamn thought while I went out of my mind looking for her.
“I wasn’t bargaining at all, jackass.” Her eyes narrowed to slits. “I want nothing to do with you or your family.”
Dante chuckled behind me and I fought the urge to punch him in his face.
Taking two marble steps at a time, I went into the bedroom we designated would be Wynter’s while we were here. The highest one in the tower for my principessa with no way off the balcony.
I dropped her on the bed, her slim body bouncing against the soft mattress.
“Welcome home, principessa,” I said, rougher than I intended.
“This isn’t my home,” she argued back. “You can’t do this, Basilio. Take me back right now before anyone notices I’m gone,” she demanded, though her voice was too breathless. Too throaty.
I traced my fingers down her slim throat. God, how she tempted me. “From now on, wherever I goisyour home,” I drawled.
Fuck, my cock was hard, straining against my pants, eager to finally taste her after all this time without her. I couldn’t fucking stand another woman’s touch from the moment I’d touched her and nine goddamn months was a long fucking time to remain abstinent. My fist only went so far.
“You’re not home,” she hissed. “You're the enemy.”
My hand curled around her slim neck. She didn’t push me away, though something dark flashed in her eyes. Fuck, it turned me on even more.
“You look pretty with my hand around your throat,” I purred, wrapping my fingers tighter.
The glare she gave me would have frozen a man with a heart. Luckily for me, she ripped my heart out when she left me behind. Without a single thought.
Before I’d do something regretful and unforgivable, I let go of her tempting throat and headed for the door.
“Go to sleep, principessa,” I said darkly. “Or I’ll consider it an invitation to crawl into your bed and make you scream my name.”
