Page 59 of The Don's Forbidden Obsession

I lowered the gun.

“Either you’re a really shitty cop or a really good actor,” I chuckled lightly.

I could tell by the look on her face, that it wasn’t amusing to her.

Her lips remained shut, unwilling to give me any sort of other response.

I leaned in closer and pulled the gun back up to her face, my voice a venomous whisper. "Whether or not you had anything to do with this, you’re still going to pay for your father's mistakes by helping me with a plan. And I’m going to enjoy every second of watching him squirm.”

With a swift motion, I pulled the gun away from her face and tucked it in the waistband of my pants. The weapon was only a prop, a symbol of the power I held over her. It wasn't her life I was after.

That would be too easy.

"Consider yourself lucky," I sneered, my voice laced with contempt. “I’m not going to kill you. Not yet, anyway.”

I stood up again and looked down at her warningly. “If you try anything stupid,” I started. “I’ll kill you with your own gun.”

I turned away, to leave her in the room alone once again.

It was game on.

Whether I was ready or not.

I was going to test her boundaries. I was going to find out how strong she was, and how strong Dominic was.

I knew the stakes were high, but they had to be. I had to be ruthless. I had to have twisted pleasure in fucking with every single one of my enemies; and right now, she was an enemy.

“You’re wrong,” she whispered faintly.

I turned to look at her and chuckled mockingly. I knew what she meant.

She meant I was wrong about her dear ol’ dad.

My light chuckle turned into a loud, boisterously hard laugh that filled the room.

I could see disbelief all over her face. But her naivete — albeit cute — was a little frustrating.

“Sweetheart,” I sneered. “You might think you’re clever, but living in a house of ignorance is fucking stupid.”

I shook my head, still jolted with laughter. “I’m telling you the truth. You might have your little illusions of your old man, but I can assure you, he’s knee-deep in the mafia.” At the moment, I relished the opportunity to expose her to the harsh reality she had been shielded from.

It was time.

She was about to be forced into a lot more, and the sooner she got on board, the better for everyone.

Her eyes narrowed with anger, but I ignored it and stepped closer once again, my voice lowering into a sinister whisper. “Don’t fuck with me, and you’ll be OK.”

22

ANNABELLE

I struggled against the handcuffs,the metal biting into my wrists. Anger coursed through me, fueling my determination to escape this shitty situation. The pain intensified with every attempt I made to free myself. How could I have been so naive, sostupid, to let myself be used by him, to let my guard down?

The living room I was in felt smaller and smaller with every hour that passed. It was suffocating. I couldn’t help but feel a sweeping feeling of disgust, in him, and in myself for allowing him to take advantage of me one last time. What kind of monster would have sex with me knowing I was a cop, and according to him, the daughter of his enemy?

How could I have been thinking with my sex instead of my head?!

I wasn’t a man!

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