Page 15 of The Nanny and the Don
“You’re going to have to because I’m not going down without a fight,” I told him.
“I don’t care how you go down but don’t think for a second that I’m going to keep tussling with your ass. You can either go conscious or unconscious,” he chuckled bitterly but his face was stone cold as he slid into the driver’s seat.
“Fuck you! Let me out of here!” I yelled as I grabbed and clawed at his face and head.
Silently he opened the car door and got back out. Terror coursed through me when he tore the door open, but that didn’t stop me from trying to get out. I made a break for it, but my foot didn’t even touch the ground. With his hands on my waist, he lifted me and sat me back on the seat.
“I see you learn the hard way,” he snapped, covering my mouth and nose with his hand. I didn’t have a chance to put up a fight before everything went black.
I woke up with a start. Sitting up straight, I looked around wild-eyed trying to figure out where the hell I was and how I got there. The memories of the real-life nightmare came back to me in a flash. The bedroom I was in was huge. My entire apartment could have fit inside the room and there would still be space to move around. I didn’t know what the hell Brendan had gotten me into, but at this point, I was ready to freaking kill him.
His crazy ass friend had tucked me into bed like there was nothing wrong with kidnapping me and bringing me back to his house. I wasn’t sure if he planned on using me as bait to lure Brendan here or keeping me as a sex slave. All I knew was I wasn’t staying here. I had nothing to do with their beef.
I jumped out of the bed and darted to the door of the room. Grateful that it wasn’t locked, I snatched the door open and dashed out into the living room. There was no sign of him as I cleared the living room and got closer to the door. My heart pounded out of my chest as I reached the door.
When my hand landed on the doorknob, I found that it was locked. I couldn’t even find the lock. I took a step back and looked at the knob. There was no way to unlock it. I searched the wall for some kind of panel before finding it. I pressed the black button hoping that the lock on the door would pop.
“Don’t stress yourself, princess. You can’t unlock the door,” the mad man’s voice came through a speaker somewhere.
“Let me the fuck out of here!” I shouted.
“Take a shower and get dressed. I’ll be up in thirty minutes.”
Up? Was I upstairs? I sprinted over to a window and looked out over a huge pool that sat in a back yard that seemed to stretch for miles. Where the hell was I? I marched back over to the door and pressed the button again.
“I’m not getting all clean just for you to take advantage of me. I’m not about to be your sex slave or whatever you got in mind.”
“You think I can’t get pussy without taking it?” he chuckled.
I’m pretty sure there was a button that would have prevented me from hearing him laugh. He was likely holding it down to make sure I could. He was taunting me.
“You will do whatever the fuck I tell you to do. If I say fuck, you will fuck. Get dressed, Devlan. I don’t have time to go back and forth with you all day.”
The way he said my name made a shiver crawl up my spine. I wasn’t sure how it made me feel, but I felt something.
“Fuck you!” I spat after punching my finger against the button.
That got another sinister chuckle out of him. “Twenty-five minutes, Devlan. If you’re hungry, the kitchen is fully stocked, but my chef is making breakfast.”
Smashing my finger against the button again, I shouted. “I don’t even have anything to change into. I hope you don’t think I’m going to parade around in this all day, and I’m not putting on dirty panties.”
“You seem to think you have control over what happens here, Devlan. Unless you have my money or can direct me to where I can retrieve it, you will do what the fuck I say and save the back talk for your diary.”
Tears filled my eyes as I stormed back into the bedroom where I had come from. It was crazy for him to tell me to get dressed knowing that he snatched me out of Brendan’s house half naked. Maybe he doubled back and got clothes for me after he knocked me out. I didn’t care either way, but if I was going to get out of here, it would be nice to have on clothes when I made a run for it. I was not about to be a prisoner to this psychotic bastard because of whatever score he had to settle with Brendan.
I narrowed my eyes when I spotted the bags at the foot of the bed. I had been so busy trying to get out of there that I didn’t notice them before, not that I gave a damn about bags. I wanted to get the hell out of here. I had to find a way to get in touch with somebody outside of this house.
I had no clue where the hell I was. All I knew was I was trapped up here unless I figured out a way to get out of the window. I picked up one of the bags and dumped it on the bed. The clothes in it were brand new. I picked up a pair of jeans andmy jaw dropped when I saw the price tag. Why would he spend over a thousand dollars on a pair of jeans? This was insane.
As I looked through bags and bags of designer clothes that I would have never paid my hard-earned money for, I grew more and more confused. Aside from wondering why Mr. Evil had spent so much money on clothes for me, I wanted to know how in the world he knew my size. It didn’t matter. I just wanted something covering my body when I got the hell away from here for good.
With a pair of the jeans and a blouse that happened to be cute as hell in tow, I grabbed one of the bras that happened to be a couple of sizes too small and headed into the bathroom. The bathroom was absolutely breathtaking. There was a huge claw-foot tub sitting in one half of the room while there was a walk-in shower on the other in front of his and hers sinks. I loved a long soak while listening to a good book.
I rolled my eyes before placing my clothes on the counter. I noticed all kinds of soap in the shower. The only ones I saw were women’s soaps. I assumed that he used a different bathroom because I still didn’t even know where he was in this place. I didn’t even know the layout but there was obviously another floor. I stripped out of my clothes and walked under the warm stream of the shower.
Every one of the five shower gels smelled good, so I just picked one and took a quick shower. I was eager to get downstairs so I could get the hell out of here, so I didn’t waste time basking under the warm water. I hopped out of the shower and grabbed a towel before quickly drying off. Once I was dry, I threw on the clothes and stepped out of the bathroom.
Walking back over to the bed, I searched through the piles of clothes and opened the box that had a pair of sneakers in it. Yet another thing that he’d spent too much money on. I sat on the side of the bed and put on a pair of socks before sticking myfeet in the shoes. I sighed when the butter-soft leather welcomed my feet like a cloud. Damn was this why people spent so much money on these?
