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My heart skips under the already unnatural and heavy beat against my chest while I consider my choices.
Break face and run.
Or commit to the role.
“What?” I ask, using a soft, confused tone that doesn’t resonate with my natural voice.
“You came here for one of my brother’s orgies, did you not? You came here to satisfy an Armani’s needs, did you not?” he asks as he steps forward.
My gaze lands on his hands as they unfasten his belt. “So you have a choice. You either service an Armani, or I use this belt to suffocate the air out of your lungs. You are, after all, only a whore, right?”
It doesn’t go unnoticed, his brow raising, when my hands curl into fists, my nails biting into my palm. I refuse to believe I have bitten off more than I can chew by coming here. But fuck me if I don’t have regret right now in how this is playing out. Luca doesn’t even see me as a person. I am no better than a dog in his eyes.
“Do you have a few screws loose?” The man breaks my train of thought because I haven’t been able to remove my gaze from his the entire time. By the time he reaches me, foot to foot, he slowly raises the gun under my chin, tilting my head up so I can still see those calculating eyes. He swallows everything around him, his height and width an imposing contrast. Everything else ceases to exist when Luca Armani steps into a room.
Just drop to your knees, Ara. That’s all I have to do. And yet I can’t bring myself to do it.
His lip curls into a cruel smile.
Then I see it.
Death.
Delicious and delightful.
“I came as soon as you called,” a voice says from the hallway.
Another person I recognize through photos and research.
Ivan.
My body goes rigid as I watch the bodyguard enter the room.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Luca snaps.
A cold dread of fear pumps through my veins because now he’s pissed. If I thought he was a problem before then I was sadly mistaken.
“I’m sorry, I was first on the scene. I thought you were on a flight to Italy?”
That’s what I’d been counting on.
Luca’s gaze lands on mine again. The man swallows me whole as I watch the cool calculation ticking like a timebomb as to what he might do with me. He might actually kill me tonight.
My heart is pounding through my chest, the cold touch of the gun a living vice at my chin.
His lethal gaze only promises misfortune.
And I’d stumbled onto the receiving end of it.
“Throw this one out,” he says with a sneer.
Another tremble runs through me, and my legs feel like they’re about to give way. I can hardly breathe under his scrutiny and I’m beyond finding any relief until I’m actually outside.
Watching Luca from afar and dealing with him up close are two entirely different things.
Now, with firsthand experience, I truly understand why I should’ve kept out of his sight.
A miscalculation on my behalf.
