Page 7 of Niko's Printsessa
“Like you had plans.” I snicker. “So sorry you’ll miss torturing some douchebag or smuggling in weapons.”
“Oh, I had plans. Plans to fuck not one but two women. One of them graduated top of her class in blow jobs and the other loves it when I slam my thick cock deep into her ass!”
I physically flinch. His words shouldn’t bother me, I shouldn’t care about his sexual escapades, but I have to bite my tongue against the threatening tears.
“But you know the best part?” He growls.
I turn towards the window not wanting to face him and his cruel words.
“They know how to shut the fuck up and do what they’re told!”
I cross my arms, biting my lip so hard that I draw blood. I taste copper as I stare straight ahead. I know he’s looking at me, waiting, wanting a reaction. I have a lot I want to say, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of hearing the hurt in my voice. He finally pulls the SUV off the side of the road and continues driving me to my prison.
Thirty minutes later, he pulls up to a large gate with a timber sign overhead that reads Victory Ranch. He punches in a code and the gate opens. We travel a gravel road until we finally reach a massive rustic home with an equally large porch.
“Is all of this yours?”
“A little over forty acres.”
“How come I’ve never been here?”
He shrugs and pulls into the six car garage. This home is nothing like I’d picture Niko living in. I’ve known him forever, yet I’ve never been here. Why? Maybe because I never asked?
Or, he never invited me.
It’s huge but somehow maintains a cozy and inviting feel. The hand-hewn rock fireplace is the focal point of the living room, and numerous windows allow for plenty of natural light. Huge wooden beams keep the rustic feel of a cabin. The open floor plan invites gatherings and there’s expansive patios and decks to enjoy the beautiful outdoors. I immediately want to grab my paint brush.
“How many buildings are there?”
“A couple barns and an old caretaker residence I renovated. Dharma and her husband, Dan, live there.”
“Who are they?”
“Housekeeper and cook, and they’re loyal so don’t even think of asking them to help you escape.”
I hate that he can read my mind. I point to the stables, “Do you have horses?”
“Not yet.”
Well, there goes that idea.
I look outside and see a building on top of a hill with a dome glass roof. “What is that? A greenhouse?”
He ignores me and leads me through the living room and huge modern kitchen and up the stairs to the bedrooms. Each room has its own bathroom and large balcony. I step out onto mine and check to see how far the drop is.
He reads my mind yet again. “Don’t even think about it. It’s dangerous, and my security system is tighter than the Pentagon’s.”
I cross my arms leaving my back to him and mutter, “This is bullshit.”
At least the view of the canyons is spectacular. There’s no neighbors for as far as the eye can see. And no bars or restaurants. No wonder my cousins stuck me out here. Welcome to Boring-ville.
I turn and notice my suitcases at the edge of the bed and the reality of my situation hits me hard.
“Is this really necessary?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t sign up for this.”