Page 14 of Surprise Bratva Daddy
"No, you don't. So, let's make this work. I need to know everything about that flash drive, but I'm not going to be able to force it out of you. So, you have a choice."
I wait with bated breath. What is it? Torture, or worse?
"I can take you to my estate, but I know there are some things you'd like to get from your house first. Personal belongings, clothes, maybe some important documents. Am I right?"
I nod.
"So, I will take you to my estate, we will stay there tonight, and in the morning we will go back to your house and collect your things. We're doing this to build trust. I will protect you and provide what you need."
I raise an eyebrow. "And the other option?"
He smirks. "You leave my office, you take the elevator to the ground floor, and you exit through the front lobby. Three seconds later, the sniper that Maksim has perched on the room of the opposite building puts a bullet in the back of your head."
I recoil in shock. "What sniper? What are you talking about?"
"I've already gotten word that there's someone on the roof of the building across from us with a gun. You go out there, and you're dead. If I go out there, I'm also dead. That's why we're leaving in my armored car, and Kiro is going to have a couple of our men take care of the threat," he explains. "Thankfully, there are no windows in this office, or we'd probably both be dead already."
I shudder at the thought.
"You're safe as long as you stay here with me. Once you leave, you're fair game."
"That doesn't seem like a choice," I mumble.
Zane smiles. "It's not. So, you'd better be on your best behavior and earn my trust."
"Or what?"
"Or you die," he says flatly. "That's the way this game is played. I know you don't want to give me the information on the flash drive because we lack trust between us. My job is to convince you to trust me."
"How will you do that?"
"By doing what you asked me to do. Take you home and gather your belongings tomorrow morning. I'm not going to torture you. That's not the type of man I am," he says, flipping over the sheet of paper on his desk and scribbling something on the back.
"What are you writing?" I ask, trying to peer over the top of the desk. From my position on the floor, it's difficult to see. Maybe that's why he put me there.
"A shopping list," he replies. "Some nice lingerie, maybe a bikini or two. I have a pool that you'd probably enjoy, and a hot tub if you're into that sort of thing."
I crinkle my nose at his suggestion. "How about some jeans and a t-shirt?"
He shrugs. "I'll add those to the list. I assumed you already had them at your house."
"Yes, but I also have underwear."
He gives me a doubtful look. "A woman like you deserves something that accentuates her pretty figure. Those cheap cotton panties you had on weren't doing you any favors."
"Rude," I mutter, crossing my arms.
"I'm being honest. Don't take it personally. It's a gift, and I think you'll be happy when you see yourself wearing something that accentuates your curves," he says. "You'll be staying with me for a while. We're going to be seeing a lot of each other."
I blush, and I can't figure out why. The thought of wearing lingerie and bikinis around him makes me feel embarrassed, but also strangely excited.
I'm not attracted to him, am I?
He's an attractive man, and his muscles are insanely hot, but that doesn't mean I should be swooning over him. He's my captor. There's nothing else between us, and there never will be.
He standing up, handing the sheet of paper to me along with the pen. "Just write your size on here, and I'll hand it off to one of my assistants. What's your favorite color?"
"Blue," I reply.
