Page 124 of Villainous Kingpin
Something deep inside me snapped and I glared at him back.
“What are you staring at?” I asked, my eyes narrowed on Dante. “You kidnapped me, remember? So you can’t look unhappy about me being here.”
Bas’ sister chuckled and slapped him across the chest. “Man, she really doesn’t like you.”
I rolled my eyes.
Emory’s sister was surprisingly… nice. For a kidnapper. Knowing I had a regimented training schedule, she came to find me in the room and offered me some gym clothes.
“Want to have breakfast with us?” she offered.
My eyes darted to Bas and I fucking hated it that it almost looked like I was asking for a permission.
“Yes, she’ll have breakfast with us,” Bas answered for me and my eyes narrowed on him in annoyance. Or maybe at myself, heck if I knew.
“I can answer for myself, thank you very much.”
So I turned my attention back to his sister. “Yes, thank you.”
“Jesus, they’re not even married yet and they’re bickering,” Dante remarked, grinning like an idiot.
Then the meaning of his words sunk in and my eyes shot to Dante, then darted to Bas.
“Married?” I repeated, sounding like I didn’t know whatmarriedmeant.
“I’ll take you to your room so you can get showered,” Bas offered, then dismissed his sister and Dante. He grabbed my arm and led me up the stairs back toward my room. I didn’t say anything, waiting for him to explain what Dante meant by his words.
The moment we were in my room, I whirled around and met his eyes. Dark, intense, burning with something I could feel deep down in my toes.
“What is Dante talking about?” I demanded to know, my breathing still choppy.
Bas watched me. Our gazes locked, his dark eyes dragging me deeper and deeper down into their abyss. Yes, there was harshness in them, ruthlessness and something unhinged. But also hints of vulnerability and pain that I caused when I walked away from him.
He towered over me, his eyes full of dark obsession. Then he bent his head, holding my gaze. Almost as if he expected me to step back. But I didn’t. I held my head high and held his gaze. He closed the distance and his lips grazed my chin.
My heart beat wildly, like it was my first kiss. His mouth seared my skin, his scent seeped into my bloodstream. God, he was my poison. The sweetest kind that would end up killing me. I held my breath, while his lips moved down my cheek, until they met my mouth.
I held still, fighting the urge to lean into him. Like a moth moving toward the flame, waiting for him to ignite my wings.
Taking a sharp inhale, my breath caught in my throat when his hand came to my waist, his grip firm. My chest brushed against his and my pulse beat in my ears. His touch was just as searing as I remembered.
“Take a shower, principessa,” he whispered in my ear, his voice laced with a rough edge. “Or I’ll bathe you myself.”
He turned around and stormed out, leaving me staring at the spot where he stood. Unable to tear my gaze away, I remained still.
My throat felt thick, the need choked my lungs and despair scratched at my chest.
I’d never survive him, not this time.
* * *
When I came out of the shower, I found clothes for me laid out on the bed. Just a simple pair of brand new undergarments, black jeans, and a black crew neck shirt. It didn’t take a genius to figure out it belonged to Emory.
She seemed to have a thing for black, but I was grateful to her. Once dressed, I left to head down the stairs. I found the Kingpins of the DiLustro family whispering among themselves only to stop as soon as I walked in.
It was eleven in the morning and later than usual for breakfast, but with their criminal activities last night, namely kidnapping me, I imagined they all had a later morning start.
“Hello, Wynter,” Priest greeted me, frowning deeply and watching me with a weird look in his eyes.
