Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“Are you ready to do as you’re told?” I ask.
She tries to pull free. Fails.
“Natalie? Are you ready to do as you’re told?”
“If I go in there, are you going to hurt me?”
“If I were going to hurt you, don’t you think I would have done it at the warehouse?”
She stops, considers that.
“Why bring you to my house? DNA and all?”
Her eyes widen at that.
“I’m kidding. Christ. And I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.”
She swallows, her eyes cautious on mine.
“We’re going to go inside and get this done and if you do as I say, you’ll be home in no time. You can make it easy or you can make it hard. Up to you.”
She just keeps staring.
“Understand?” I ask.
She nods.
“Just to be clear, if you run again, that’ll be making it hard, understand?”
“Yes.”
I get to my feet and hold out my hand. She ignores it and gets up on her own and this time, when I walk up to the house, she follows.
The house is dark apart from one dim lamp in the living room and the light over the stove in the kitchen. I turn to my guest who’s looking around in awe.
I guess it is an impressive house. Big, old, but completely renovated with an imposing staircase dead center, the kitchen to the left, living room taking up the back half of the house, my study on the right. All the windows are leaded, and it lends a dark, almost gothic feel to the house.
“It’s pretty,” she says when she turns to find me watching her.
“Thanks.”
I take off my coat and hang it up then wait for her to give me hers. It’s a puffer jacket and although I felt how small she was at the warehouse, she’s almost petite when she’s left in her Henley and jeans.
I walk into the living room and she follows. I go directly to the liquor cabinet and get the whiskey and two tumblers. She’s standing at the entrance looking at everything, nervously pulling the sleeves of her shirt down to tuck her thumb through the holes at the wrists.
I carry the glasses and the bottle to the couch, sit and pour for both of us.
“Come here.”
She hugs her arms, but moves toward me.
“Here.” I hold one of the glasses out to her. She eyes it but doesn’t reach out for it. “It’ll calm you down.”
“What is it?” she asks.
“Whiskey.”
She takes it, drinks the smallest sip. Flinches when she swallows.
After draining mine, I pour a second glass and reach to turn on the lamp beside me. I sit back folding one ankle over my knee and stretching an arm over the back of the couch to get a good look at her. She was wearing makeup at some point but her earlier tears have smeared mascara across her cheek. Her eyes, a pretty almond-shape, are so dark, they’re almost black. Her skin has a pale olive tone and she keeps biting her lower lip so it’s bleeding a little. I can’t tell how long her hair is. She’s bound the dark mass into a messy bun.
“What did those men do?” she asks, surprising me.
I smile. “Don’t worry about that.” She’s standing awkwardly and I’m thinking. “Do you know who I am?” I know she would have heard my name more than once.
She lowers her lashes and I wonder if she’s contemplating lying, but then she nods once.
“Who?”
“Mafia.”
“My name.”
“Sergio Benedetti.”
“Do you know my family?”
“Not really. I’ve heard the name, that’s all.”
“Drink your drink.”
She takes another sip. “I have class tomorrow,” she says.
I nod. Sip. Consider.
“What are you going to do?” she asks finally.
“I’m not going to do anything. You are. Get undressed.”
“What?” She begins to tremble, shrinks into herself as she hugs her arms tighter to her.
“Get undressed, Natalie.”
“Why?” her voice is a squeak.
“Insurance.”
“Why?” she repeats, taking a step backward.
“Because I need to make sure when I take you home later, that you’re not going to tell any of your friends what you saw or heard.” I wait. Watch her process. “It’s the only way to keep you safe,” I add on, not really sure why.
“Safe? How will that keep me safe?”
“Trust me—”
“And safe from who? You?” Her eyebrows knit together. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“I said I wouldn’t hurt you unless you made me.”
“I already told you I won’t say anything. I promise.”
She wipes fresh tears from her eyes. I finish my drink, set my glass down and get to my feet. She takes a step away from me when I come around the coffee table.
“Remember what you agreed to outside.” I reach her, take hold of her arms, rub them. “Just relax, no reason to get so upset.”
“No reason? This isn’t—”
“Now, what’s going to happen next is you’re going to do as I say and take off your clothes and I’m going to take some pictures.”