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Pulling out my Glock, I shoot him in the shoulder. It’s merely a flesh wound, but it will hurt like hell and teach him some fucking manners.

The man screams in pain as he cradles his fucked-up arm.

The rest of the guards stand there in shock with their mouths hanging open as they look upon their now wounded colleague.

“Now, did anyone else want to talk about my girlfriend out there?” I ask.

They all shake their heads.

“Good,” I say with a wicked grin spreading across my face. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I have an urgent matter to address.” Then, I walk out of the room and make my way towards the beach.

CHAPTER53

Aria

I’M LYING ON the beach just minding my own business when a huge shadow engulfs the sun I was trying to bask in. Squinting, I look up and see Mateo standing above me with a pissed off look on his face.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” he growls.

Rolling my eyes, I spit out, “A bathing suit.” Of course, I knew Mateo would be upset by the tiny bikini, but I’m not letting him ruin my time outside. I haven’t so much as felt the sun on my skin in months since he’s been keeping me under lock and key. This is my one day I get to do something like this, and you better believe I’m going to enjoy it. Consequences be damned. I’ll deal with his wrath later after I’m tan and full of vitamin D that I’ve been desperately deprived of.

“Where did you get it?” he demands.

“One of the maids let me borrow it.” When he doesn’t budge, I sigh. “It’s just a bathing suit, Mateo,” I huff. “I am on the beach after all.” I’m so close to rolling my eyes at him again, but I refrain at the very last second because the dark and stony cold look on his face is frightening.

A muscle jumps along his locked jaw. “Your smart, little mouth is going to get you in trouble, Aria,” he warns before running a thumb over his bottom lip, stewing in his anger. “I overheard some of my uncle’s guards talking about you and your choice of bathing suit. I almost scooped out their fucking eyes with a spoon and cut out their tongues.”

“So, why didn’t you?” I ask boldly.

“What?”

I clearly caught him off-guard for once. “Why didn’t you scoop out their eyes and cut out their tongues?” I ask. I’m sure he’s killed men for less.

“Because they aren’t my men. It would be disrespectful to my uncle, taking out some of his top men in his own home.” His gaze darkens as he adds with a smirk, “I did shoot one in the shoulder, though. He was bragging about how he thought he could make you moan his name in five seconds.”

I’m not sure if he’s telling the truth or not, but then I decide that I don’t want to know. Maybe I’ve just become so accustomed to his violence that it just doesn’t faze me anymore. “Can you move, please?” I ask. “You’re blocking the sun that I was enjoying.” I lie back down on the towel and close my eyes, effectively shutting him out.

“Run, Aria,” he says in a deep whisper.

“What?” I ask, thinking I must have misheard him somehow.

“Run. And you better pray I don’t catch you,mi pequeña cautiva.”

My eyes snap open, and I stare up at him. He’s serious. Dead serious. I’m about to say something sarcastic, but my fight or flight senses suddenly catch up to my brain. Scrambling to my feet, I take off running down the beach.

It’s a private beach, and there are no other people down here, but I know Domingo has his men stationed around the perimeter. They’re going to see me running like a crazy woman and stop all of this. Right?Okay, maybe not.

My legs pump furiously as my feet dig into the sand. I run as hard as I can, but it’s not fast enough. Mateo gains ground on me within the matter of a few seconds, and I can almost feel his breath on my neck.

Suddenly, he grabs my arm, twists me, and we tumble into the sand together. It reminds me of the first time I ran from him at the airport. I was terrified last time, but this time…it’s exhilarating.

He flips me onto my stomach and crushes me under his weight. “You’re a psychopath!” I scream at the top of my lungs as he grinds his hard dick into the crease of my ass through my bikini bottoms.

“I’myourpsychopath,” he tells me with a dark chuckle before he raises his hand and slaps my ass cheek. Hard.

I’m about to yell something else, but suddenly he hauls me up out of the sand. I’m hoisted over his shoulder like a lifeless doll, and then I’m being carried off towards a small surf shack on the end of the beach.

It’s open on one end, housing surfboards and swimming gear. Mateo pushes me up against the wall, locking my arms behind me, my face grinding against the hard wood as he sinks against my backside. Speaking ofhard wood…

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