23

It shouldn’t shock me that he had a gun considering how he abducted me. But feeling the metal in my shaking hands reminds me of my reality…
Just because it feels like things have been blooming between Dominic and me doesn’t change things.
I’m still his kidnap victim, and one way or another, this is going to end.
I kinda assumed that eventually I would get out of here.
But now I’m thinking that there might be a grave for me on this property somewhere, and that these bullets will decorate my corpse.
I’ve already been a missing person for a while now, although my family won’t have a report with the police out for me. They will be dealing with it themselves.
But now I might be a missing person forever.
As I turn the gun around in my hand, I recall all the shooting lessons that my father took me to when I was younger.
I hated them at the time, I didn’t ever want to use a gun, but now I might have to.
All of that might be coming to fruition here.
I slide my eyes closed and try to imagine firing the gun.
Not just shooting, but at Dominic.
It’s hard for me to think about, but if he’s planning to kill me, then I won’t have a choice in the matter.
If it comes to me versus him, then I need to get out of here alive. I don’t want to be a missing person, buried in the forest, never to be seen again.
My family will never rest, and I don’t want to leave that mess behind for them.
“It might not come to that,” I whisper to myself. “Maybe the threat will be enough.”
I could threaten Dominic, show him that I’m the one in control.
Force him to let me out of here.
I swallow hard, wondering if this is the right move for me.
I don’t know what to do here, but I have no choice.
I stuff the gun in the waistband of my underwear and start to shove the papers away because I definitely don’t want to be caught in this cupboard now.
If Dominic finds out that I have even seen the gun, then everything might escalate.
I don’t want anything to get out of control until I know what I’m going to do.
Oh shit.
What was that?
I just heard a noise.
That was a car. Dominic is back… I need to hurry the hell up and get out of his room.
My heart is absolutely racing as I finally slam the cupboard door closed, knowing full well that with the mess I’ve left in there, he will know I’ve been snooping through his things. But there’s nothing I can do about that now, so I race out into the living room.
The gun is pressing hard into my side, I definitely need to be careful that Dominic doesn’t get too close to me.
I’m going to have to distract him somehow, in any way I can.
Ihaveto make sure Dominic doesn’t find out about the gun.
DOMINIC
Urgh, fucking hell.
I think I might have gone overboard at the grocery store. I don’t know if two people need quite so much stuff.
But I have it now, and I just need to haul it inside.
“Isabella, you there…”
Before I can even finish my sentence, Isabella rushes over to me, her cheeks all red like she’s flushed from exercise or something.
I want to question her, but her mouth is on mine.
What the fuck?
The bags I’ve been gripping onto so hard slip through my fingers and crash to the floor as I automatically wrap my arms around her, kissing her right back.
I don’t knowwhatis happening here, but I fucking love it.
Her tongue invades my mouth, massaging mine.
I can feel an intense need from her. A desire so strong it makes my heart pound.
“You’re back,” she gasps breathlessly as she pulls away from me. “You were gone for ages.”
“I was?” I cock my head curiously to one side. “I didn’t realize.”
“Well, I… I missed you or whatever.”
She shrugs and grabs a couple of the bags off the floor, taking them to the kitchen.
I guess we’re not kissing anymore then…
I pick up what’s left and follow her, too entranced to be confused. The curve of her ass is just too much, and watching her rise to her tiptoes to put things away makes my mouth water.
NowI’mthe one devoured with need.
“I’m going to put the radio on,” Isabella declares, barely meeting my eyes. She’s still really flushed. What is going on with her? What did I walk in on her doing?
Holy shit, what if she was touching herself?
Why the fuck did she stop?
I wish I’d walked in on her finger fucking herself and she’d let me watch.
Or better, join in.
My cock hardens. I can’t take my eyes off her, especially as she starts dancing to the music.
Does Isabella know how smoking hot she is?
“You bought plenty of stuff, Dominic. I guess you won’t be leaving me again for a while.” She sashays over to me playfully, winking as she does. “I like that.”
I take her in my arms once more, and kiss her again. I don’t even care what’s going on with Isabella-it doesn’t matter-she’s being fun and I’m obsessed with this.
“Actually, do you know what? I’m going to cook dinner for you,” Isabella decides, pulling away from me again. Urgh, I wish she’d just stay in my arms. “I’m going to make your favorite meal. What do you like? Best of all, I mean.”
“Ribollita,” I reply, testing her, but it’s a needless test.
She nods. “Sure thing. Here, let me pour you a drink so you can just enjoy yourself while I cook. Whiskey, all right? This one is your favorite, right?”
Well, I’m sure as shit not going to complain about that.
I could use a break.
She hands me a glass of whiskey with a smile on her face, but there’s something a little off in her eyes.
We’ve spent enough intense time together now for me to know when there is something off with her.
I should ask, but I figure she’ll tell me if I need to know.
Maybe she’s just sick of being here and trying to make the best of it.
Isabella cooks in silence which gives me a chance to just watch her.
Man, do I enjoy watching her!
I can’t seem to stop my mind from wandering as she works, for my imagination to start getting the better of me.
What if this were real?
That’s where my head keeps going, even if I don’t want it to.
I envision myself in a home with Isabella, a real home, with her cooking for me like this. Like she’s my girlfriend, or maybe even my wife.
God, I know I shouldn’t think about this.
But I can’t help myself.
She would be a good wife. For anyone.
Not for Risty of course… I don’t want her anywhere near a guy like that.
But for someone who deserves her, sure.
Not that I can imagineanyonewith Isabella but me.
Shit, I actuallyhatethe idea of Isabella with anyone but me.
If my life were anything different, then this could be real.
It’s been a long time since I thought my life could be like this. Since Justine. I always kinda just assumed that I would be the same guy I have been for the rest of my life-a hired hand, the guy who does whatever he needs for money.
But that’s a dangerous life.
Not the sort of life for a husband.
I know the mob guys all have wives and families, but they have loyalty and protection surrounding them. They have bonds and people who will protect them for life, especially when they are high up in the ranks.
But not me. I have no one.
I’m the lone wolf.
A lone wolf with a target on his back can’t have a wife.
Especially not a young, beautiful woman like Isabella.
She deserves so much more.
I avert my eyes because I have to. If I don’t, I’m going to get lost in the worries… I’ll drown in these thoughts that can’t ever amount to anything anyway.
I need to stop before we both end up in trouble.
“So, Dominic,” Isabella starts, breaking the silence with a side-eyed glance. “Tell me more about your life outside of this. Do you have, you know, some kind of girlfriend or wife waiting at home for you?”
I toss my head back and bellow with laughter. “You really think I would be fucking around with you if I did?”
“Fucking around with me?” she whispers back.
I don’t think she liked that phrasing.
Truth be told, it doesn’t feel right.
Unfortunately it’s out there now. I’ve already said it… I can’t take it back.
Shit, I hope she forgives me.
“So, in your past life, with your previous relationships or whatever, what was the sex like?”
There’s a cheeky glint in her eyes.
She wants to know if I’ve always been this kinky.
Do Ireallywant to get into it with her?