Page 97 of Violent Attraction

As I walk back to the black SUV, courtesy of my father, I’m aware of the footsteps following me. Emilio’s security, or should I say my father’s.

Emilio wants to think that he is the one that is running this, but he’s in for a rude awakening when he sees that I’m the one that has all the power outside of my father’s estate. I’m the cartel princess after all, and I have to be protected.

He has to be fuming inside of the building because his men followed me out and didn’t him.

“Todo está bien, señorita Isabella?” Arturo, my brother’s loyal security detail and driver asks when I open the door to the SUV.

Arturo has been with me these last few months, something that I asked my brother for. If I was going to be spending more time with Emilio, then I needed someone there with me that I trusted, and Arturo is that.

I give him a nod. “I want to go home.”

Arturo gives me a nod back, waving me to slide into the back of the vehicle before he closes the door behind me.

I watch as Emilio walks out of the shooting range and just stands there as Arturo drives away. He looks angry, but I don’t give a shit. I don’t want anything to do with him.

“Should I call Señor Reyes or Señor Morales?” Arturo offers, looking through the rearview mirror at me.

I shake my head. “No, todo está bien.”

There’s no need to involve my brother or Santos in this. I’m just acting like a petulant child because I don’t want to spend time with Emilio.

Arturo and I make it back to the estate in no time. It’s not surprising though that Emilio and the security team arrive only a few seconds after us.

Ignoring the glare that I’m getting from Emilio as soon as I get out of the car, I go into the house without a care in the world.

If we do end up going through with this marriage, he should get used to the silent treatment, because no way in fucking hell will I be treating him like a real husband.

Again, I hear footsteps behind me, but I don’t think anything of it. Just putting it as Arturo making sure I make it to my living quarters.

I should have double checked though, because as I turn the corner to head to my wing in the estate, I get grabbed by my elbow and get pulled back.

Everything happened so fast that I don’t even realize that I’m getting pushed up against the wall until my back is slammed against it. Right away a pain radiates all through my spine.

I let out a small scream, but a hand covers my mouth, before any sound can escape further.

My eyes open and right away I’m met with Emilio's murderous stare. One of his hands is on my mouth, while the other is holding both my hands, keeping me from shoving him off me.

I let out a muffled yelp, but he just pushes his hand harder down on my mouth.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch.” His fingers dig into my skin. I wish I was stronger so that I could push him off.

I try to move but he just pushes his body more into mine holding me into place.

“You better learn where you fucking stand, because once we get married, that shit that you just pulled won’t work. I will fucking own you and you will stand by my side like the perfect wife that I know you can be.”

His face is only inches away from mine. Being this close to him makes me want to puke.

When I don’t try to fight him, he lets go of my arms, which fall limp at my sides, just waiting for whatever he’s about to do next.

“You will be the perfect wife.” He coos, his hand that is covering my mouth somehow caressing my cheek. “The perfect wife that does what she says, when ordered to.”

I feel his other hand back on me, feeling it as it travels to my hips. I can feel his fingers gliding against my clothing.

“You will cook, clean, be the perfect housewife. Which by the way, also means that I get to fuck you whenever I want.”

A scream escapes my covered mouth when he grabs me between my legs. He is doing it so tightly that it feels like his fingers are ripping through my jeans.

“I can’t wait to claim this cunt as mine and show how a real man fucks. I will have you screaming.”

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