Page 32 of Wrong Place Perfect Time

“I want you to get rid of her,” he sighs. “It’s too much to risk having her here.”

“Get rid of her?” I growl, feeling my hand move toward my empty holster.

So used to having my gun there, except for today.

More than ready to shoot my way out of my own house if need be if he’s thinking about….

“Oh no, not get rid of her…Just get rid of her. Take her someplace else,” Papa says, looking confused.

Definitely sounds like an old man who needs a nap.

I breathe a sigh of relief and pat his shoulder.

“Let me call for some warm milk, Papa. You’ve had a big day,” I remind him.

Gladder still when he nods and eases himself back into his chair while I buzz down for some milk.

“Take her, Rocco. Take her somewhere so that evenIdon’t know where she is. They can torture or beat any man in this house, and nobody will know where she is except you.”

“Papa,” I exclaim under my breath, taking a knee in front of him.

I know it’s clichéd, but I even kiss his hand, the ultimate sign of obedience.

But, in reality?

I could kiss the old bastard full on the mouth right now, the way out of here with Jasmine just handed to me on a fucking platter.

“Don’t fail me, Rocco…Don’t fail the Family,” he whispers, patting my head.

Oh, I won’t, father, I won’t fail my family at all….

I promise.

CHAPTERNINE

Jasmine

Maybe I’m out of the pan and into the fire here?

Or is it more a case of, out of the fire and onto that huge fat dick of Rocky’s?

I hope it is, but, at the same time, that idea almost scares me as much as being kidnapped in the first place.

The fresh memory of what just happened still coursing through my veins is at odds with what I usually tell myself.

Totally confused compared to the day I was having until Mr. Perfect just got out his baby maker for me to have a taste of.

Gosh, he’s freaking huge. And so sweet too…I mean, actually telling me I belong to him.

I can forgive him for that kiss he still owes me, too.

Telling me what I need to hear and making sure I have no illusions about his plans for me.

It’s making me wetter than I’ve ever been and more than worried when he doesn’t show again after that one minute he promised he’d be gone for.

Okay, maybe it was supposed to be more than one minute, but I’ve got needs now.

And Rocky’s the only man I ever want to even think about sharing those needs with.

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