Page 69 of Runaway in the Mafia
Then, as if he’d felt my legs give away, he tipped me over his shoulder and made for the door.
The thing was, nothing about it surprised me anymore.
He didn’t uttera single word. Not one for the entire drive from Naples to Sicily. He drove for ten hours with his jaw tight and fists clenched. The only stops were at gas stations and dry food stuffed in my hand.
In one of those stops, reality sunk in past the cum in my underwear and his heady smell next to me. The clock was ticking and Rajesh’s word’s haunted me. So in a horror-filled daze, I walked past the ladies’ restroom and out the back door. I might have walked a whole of thirty feet before I walked into… him.
“Going somewhere?”
My jaw dropped. Words evaded me. But he answered my unvoiced question without losing stride.
“Witchcraft. Nothing but witchcraft for my witch.”
He strode up to me, closed my mouth, yanked my arm and dragged me towards the car.
“I want to pee,” I yelped when he shoved me inside.
“Yeah?” He rubbed a hand on his tight jaw. “Should have done that before you tried to run away. Again.”
The door slammed, and the car shook from it.
When he got in on his side, he had an alternative for me. “Better pee in the car.”
“You’re a lunatic, you know that? I’ll ruin your car, not to mention my dignity.”
His eyes flashed with insanity. “Lunatic? You try one more time to run away, I’ll fucking burn through everything I own to hunt you down.” He laughed a dark, humourless laugh. “Lunatic. You haven’t seen the beginning of it.”
I wasn’t sure if it was that or my dignity, but I held my bladder. He let me out five gas stations further and followed me all the way inside to the ladies’ restroom and hung out the door. You’d think at least one of the women in there would protest. Not a single one did. With dropped jaws and gobsmacked eyes, they drooled all over him while he held me hostage.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
AHANA
The clock was ticking, and the deadline given by a monster approaching. I’d walked away from Sicily in the morning, but by midnight I was back where I’d started. I’d given in to insanity and earned a lunatic shadowing my every move with it. But even if it made me feel all warm and toasty and made a pulse beat in my wet and heated core, it was an escape I couldn’t afford.
There was no way to evade this man. In my naivety, I’d thought somewhere between Naples and Corleone that I’d just flee the moment he brought me back to Ada’s. Kind of like stroll into my room and bolt out of it the instant he left me alone. So I’d done my guilt-ridden walk to my room, let Ada fuss over me, let Lia comfort me, all with the horrible knowledge that I’d do it again. The moment they left me be.
I didn’t have to wait long. It was close to one a.m., and everyone was spent after the day we had all had. But I kept awake for a complete hour after the house rested, with only the odd creaks that an old house could give. I’d shoved that guiltdown for letting them down again. Except the psycho. Him, I didn’t care about.I shouldn’t.But the moment I’d gently tipped that handle down, I found out he was one step ahead of me. The drawer in my desk that held my key was empty. I didn’t even know why I was surprised that he’d taken it to lock the door.
Irritation washed over me. Distress fuelled me. Before I knew it, my fingers were typing furiously.
I hate you.
Was this before or after you came all over me?
Ugh!
My teeth clenched, caging the frustrated scream behind them. I threw the phone on to the bed, a poor attempt to ease the panic building inside me. What had I thought to achieve with that? I should have done… what exactly? The walls were closing in and I couldn’t breathe for the lack of an exit.
A message pinged, and I told myself I wouldn’t look at it. I was perfectly capable of ignoring it.
How about I fuck you again so you can decide?
Not the solution I was looking for.
His obsession was nothing I’d experienced before. And somehow, little by little, it was bringing me down as much as chocolate decadence set before a sweet tooth. The way he devoured me. Like I was a goddess, and he was made only to worship me, was frankly addictive. It made me want him. Want him to come after me and lock me up. Like I didn’t have a future to worry about. Like I was free and had all the time in my world.
None of which was true. Because my reality was in stark contrast to his.
