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He measured me with his eyes, looking at me like I’ve gone insane. “Pina, what the fuck is going on?”
“The people that saw me leave with you will think I got paid to…” a knot formed in my throat, but I pushed through it, “they’ll think I agreed to sleep with you. I’m going to have a hell of a time escaping their clutches now.”
“Escaping…? What the fuck?” He softly tilted my chin, so our eyes would find each other, “You’re not going back there.”
I almost laughed. Almost.
“It’s not up to you. I’m done taking orders from you. I did it once and look where it got me.”
“Are you blaming me for this?”
Yes. “It doesn’t matter.”
“You and I are going to leave, Pina, and you’re going to tell me everything. And after that, you’re going to tell me where I can find Martino Bernoulli, so I can skin him alive.”
I shook my head. “I have no idea where my parents are, Garon.”
“Come.”
“Where?”
“I’m staying at a hotel ten minutes away. You’re coming.”
I didn’t want to be alone with him. I didn’t want to go to his hotel room. I didn’t want him to be here at all.
“Can’t you just leave me alone? I’ll go home, you go and enjoy your life and after tonight you won’t ever have to see me ever again. Just like you wanted.”
For a second, Garon’s eyes narrowed while he was thinking about what to do next.
“Not a chance in hell.”
Chapter 3
Pina, wrapped in that cheap leather skirt and a shirt six sizes too big, seemed out of place in contrast with the grandeur of The Nero. The hotel suite I had reserved exuded opulence, with its massive furniture, rich fabrics, and expansive windows that bathed the room in a shimmering glow coming from the lights of the city. The king-sized bed, its wooden headboard intricately carved with a mesmerizing design, was adorned with a gilded chandelier suspended above it.
Amidst this tapestry of luxury and indulgence, Pina stood, her presence both captivating and contrasting. Her golden hair cascaded down her back, slightly shorter than I had remembered, but still radiating its brilliant hue. Yet, there was something familiar about her, something that hadn’t changed—a delicate blush kissing her cheeks. I reveled in that fleeting mark of shyness, finding it irresistibly sensual as it played upon her features.
“You want something to drink.” I offered, my voice laced with concern she might pass out when I noticed how tightly her arms were wrapped around herself.
She let out a sigh both frustrated and exhausted, and her eyes turned to mine. “No, Garon, I want to go home.”
My own longing for a stiff drink surfaced inside me, the familiar craving of numbing whatever it was that I was feeling while looking at her. However, the mini bar only held beer, not enough to get me drunk, but enough to keep me busy, so I cracked open a bottle of Peroni. I took a gulp and with a resolute twist made my way to the couch.
“Sit, Pina.”
“Can you stop ordering me around like it’s your birthright?” Despite her defiance, she went to the other end of the sofa and sat her stubborn ass down. “Why am I here?”
“I need to know what a girl like you does in a place like that.”
“Why do you care?”
Why did I care? The same question plagued my thoughts when I saw her half-naked under the eyes of a hundred men who looked at her like she was the next meal being served. Still, the answer was eluding my grasp. Pina had never been a blip on my radar. She was my little sister’s best friend, just a girl I’d watched growing up. Yes, I noticed when her tits grew and her ass became round like it was asking to be slapped, but never went so far as imagining her in my bed. Yet, all that changed that one time I was craving a moment of peace and relief more than anything else in the world and she offered herself to me. Her touch became a balm for the turbulent demons ravaging my soul.
I was her first. Ihadherfirst. Pina let me take her body on top of a table and I feasted on her virginity like it was mine to take. In the heat of the moment, fueled by anger and frustration, I’d lashed out at her and started uttering cruel things as soon as I left her body, cutting enough to slice through that tender connection we’d forged. I told her to leave and she vanished from my life along with her worthless family. And though I’d been the one to push her away, thoughts of her lingered, refusing to release the grip they had on my mind.
During the loneliest nights, when I was licking my wounds in hotel rooms around Europe, I found myself reminiscing about the weight of her breasts in my hands. I’d spent days soaking myself in booze and when the haze would finally go away, the first thing I thought about was the way her lips uttered my name while she was clutching to me trying to fight the waves of her pleasure. Thoughts of her warm and receptive body haunted me when the pillow next to mine was a cold woman’s presence that didn’t bring me a fraction of the relief Pina did.
In moments of turmoil, Pina inexplicably brought me solace, a respite from the storm that raged within. My care for her was selfish, because deep down, I knew I was looking at the woman that could calm me with her touch and I need that.
