Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
“When the police were going to question me.”
“That’s how these investigations work.”
“But you arrived just at the right time.” Then it hits me. “You have a spy in the force.” I swallow hard before choking out, “Someone there works for you.”
He only continues to smile, answering my question with his silence.
Just how powerful is he?
In front of my building, he stops to face me. “That brings up an unpleasant matter, but we’ll discuss it inside.”
My pulse spikes when he unlocks the exterior door. I don’t want him to come inside, but I can’t stop him from doing so.
In the lobby, we’re met by a tearful Livy who’s on her way out. She tells us she learned the news of Mr. Lewis’s murder from his widow. We exchange a few words, Saverio doing most of the talking. He consoles her and asks if she needs anything before excusing us, saying that I need to rest. This time, he refrains from mentioning that I’m pregnant.
We take the stairs to my floor with Saverio’s hand wrapped firmly around my elbow. He unlocks my door with his own key and steers me inside before locking it behind him. When he takes off his jacket and unbuttons the cuffs of his sleeves, I really get scared. There’s something about the look in his eyes that seems too intense. The glint that flickers in their depths seems too wicked. Too eager.
I lick my dry lips. “What are you doing?”
“We’re going to discuss that matter I neglected,” he says, advancing on me.
I crane my neck to look at him, refusing to flee. He knows I’m terrified. I’m not going to give him the pleasure of confirming it. “What matter?”
He folds back his shirt sleeve. “What did I say about talking to the police?”
I swallow again, taking in the beautiful lines of his face. “To call you.”
“That’s right,” he drawls, folding back the other sleeve to expose a strong forearm dusted with dark hair and embossed with thick veins. “Did you call me?”
“I–I didn’t think.”
“What were you going to tell them, Anya?”
“Nothing, I swear.”
“I warned you,” he says with a tsk of his tongue. “Your bad. It’s a lesson I’m going to have to teach you.”
He said it as if he was going to regret it, but he’s lying. Excitement sparks in the frosty blue of his eyes.
“Sav,” I say, my voice shaky and my tone pleading.
His lips quirk. “Now it’s Sav, is it?”
I have no idea what he has in store for me, but I know I’m not going to like it. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you.”
“No, tesoro, you’re not.” He adds in a gravelly, seductive tone, “But you will be.”
Tears of fear and frustration prick at the back of my eyes. “What the hell do you want from me?”
Walking me backward toward the kitchen, he says, “I want you to bend over the table and hold on real tight.”
CHAPTER
SIX
Saverio
When I went to meet Anya at her workplace, I didn’t plan on doing this. Yes, I was going to punish her for not calling me because she has to learn that breaking the rules isn’t an option. Her life depends on her obedience. I can only keep her safe if I can control her.
However, I wasn’t going to tell her to bend over and present her ass like a gift. The lesson I had in mind was making someone she cares about disappear, someone like the guard who stared at my girl with too much admiration for my liking.
I would’ve followed through on the fantasy of bashing his head in if it weren’t obvious that Anya considers him a friend. I could tell from the caring smile and warm greeting she gave him. His saving grace was that her affection was clearly platonic. I don’t mind her hate and fear—she’ll only detest me more when she finds out what I have planned for her—but for an inexplicable reason, I suddenly find myself reluctant to burden her with the guilt of knowing she’s responsible for a man’s death. She only saw me slit the throat of her boss last night. That’s more than enough trauma for one week.
That leaves me with one option, and I’d be lying if I say the thought doesn’t turn me hard. Anya might have believed my threat was idle, but I did check with Nicole who told me a little light spanking won’t be harmful for the baby. Of course, she meant consensual spanking, the erotic kind that’s done in the bedroom. Anya may not agree with the punishment I’m about to dole out, but she will give me her consent. I don’t need it, but discipline is more effective when the offender buys into the process. Personal experience taught me that.
Anya stares at me with her beautiful, cat-like eyes, her pink lips parted and her stunning face pulled into an expression of disbelief. “You’re not serious.”