Page 78 of Trapped
Santino frowned, like he’d expected it but was still disappointed. He stuffed the box in his jacket and shrugged. His smile was resigned, almost sad. His willingness to give me space twisted something inside me.
“We’re not ready for this, Santino.”
“You’re not. I am.”
I stood, my hands trembling. “I’m not pushing you away. I need to be sure I’m doing this for the right reasons.”
“This has always been about money. You’ve been taking what I give you since the beginning. Cash, protection, anything you needed. So why stop now?” He stepped closer, his gaze hard. “You want security. I’m giving you that.”
“You can’t buy me with money.”
Santino watched me calmly. “Yes, I can.”
Chills ran down my spine, his words echoing in the empty space between us like a threat. I backed away, my resolve hardening.
He smiled. “Whether you say yes now or later, you’re mine.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
SANTINO
Delilah’s hands were clasped tightly in her lap. She sat next to me in the car, looking out the window. During the flight back, she’d barely talked to me.
Stonewalled.
All because I’d asked her to marry me. She stole glances when she thought I wasn’t looking. Sneaking peeks under her hair. She wasn’t happy with me.
I wasn’t too thrilled with her, either. Rejection didn’t sit well with me. I shouldn’t have to beg a woman to marry me. What about me wasn’t good enough? I had all the money in the world. A good family. I worked out constantly. I gave her everything, and she still said no.
Why was I not enough?
Trees whipped by the window as I drove outside of Boston. Delilah finally abandoned her pretense of ignoring me and whipped her head toward me.
“You missed the turn.”
My fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “We’re not going to my house.”
“Where, then?”
I kept my mouth shut. If sheonlywanted to be my girlfriend, then she wasn’t entitled to every little detail.
“Santino,” she pressed, louder this time. “Where are we going?”
“Sit back and relax. We’ll be there soon.”
Delilah’s petulant sigh made me want to swerve onto the shoulder, get out, and bend her over the car hood.
An hour later, a cabin popped out of the horizon, a black triangle silhouetted by dark blue. Gravel crunched under the tires as we turned down the tree-lined driveway.
We got out of the car. The cabin looked the same—rustic, a bit run-down, but solid. A piece of the past that had seen many grisly ends. I glanced at the shed in the distance. My brother used to kill people in there. He’d drag them into that small shed, and they’d come out in pieces, which he buried around the property.
I strode inside, Delilah following me. I flipped on a switch, and the bulbs flickered to life, casting a warm glow. The sharp pine scent triggered even more memories.
I grabbed old newspapers and kindling, arranging them under the logs I’d placed in the fireplace. I struck a match and lit the newspaper. It turned black and curled, the flames eating up the paper.
Delilah came out of the room, her long hair brushed in shiny, loose waves. She wore one of my shirts and a pair of socks.Nothing else. I could see her tits bouncing freely, the areolae dark circles peeking through the translucent white cotton. My cock twitched.
Back to her old games.