Page 12 of 12 Days of F*ckmas
“I understand, Miss, but I do what Mr. Pisano says and never ask questions.” A tense expression settled on her face. “We really do not like to be on his bad side, so please work with us.”
An old memory flashed in my head—Rudy on the floor and dead from Gabriel’s hands.
My stomach twisted with horror.
I pushed that image out of my head.
Yeah. I don’t want to be on his bad side either.
The three women hurried me to the tub. It was the oddest experience. Granted, their hands were gentle as they cleaned and shaved the hair on my legs and even my pussy. However, part of me felt like a queen, and the other part was entirely uncomfortable with being wet and so exposed in front of strangers.
Afterwards, I left the tub. They dried me and slipped lingerie onto my body—a red, lace strapless bra with matching thong and garters. My nipples stiffened against the soft lace.
O-kay. What will he want me to do. . .today?
Then, one woman combed my kinky curls and put them up in a bun. Another applied my make-up. The third put on stockings, clipped the garters to them, and then helped my feet into a pair of red stilettos.
I scanned the room for a dress. “What else will I be wearing?”
“I have it.” The one who helped me with my shoes, left my side, and rushed over to a garment bag on the dresser. She returned to me and unzipped it. “We were instructed to only put you in this.”
The garment bag revealed a rich dark green leather trench with a flared collar and cuffs.
That’s it?
She pulled the jacket out. “This is really nice. I believe it’s lambskin.”
Poor lambs.
My heart ached as she placed it on me. To my surprise, the trench coat hugged my body. The bottom stopped at my calves. I ran my fingers along it. The leather was buttery, smooth and soft to the touch. I tied the belt around my waist and looked in the mirror.
Oh wow.
My reflection showed a sexy, powerful woman that I could barely recognize.
Next, the woman gently grabbed my hand and guided me forward. “The driver is ready for you.”
I kept her pace. “And you have no idea where I’m going?”
“Mr. Pisano didn’t tell me.”
Oh God. I’m half naked. Where could it be?
Minutes later, I sat in the back of the Escalade.
My nerves flared on edge.
The driver had the audacity to play Christmas music—Jingle Bells, Holly Jolly Christmas, Santa Baby. The whole drive, he hummed the lyrics and tapped his steering wheel.
Meanwhile, I did not feel in a jolly spirit at all. I had no idea if we were going to some depraved sex dungeon or even a BDSM club. I was close to saying no to the million dollars and fleeing the vehicle as soon as it stopped.
But deep in my heart I knew Gabriel was not the type of man to acceptno.
Even worse, he would probably come looking for me.
When the driver stopped in front of a small black building, my heart boomed in my ears.
Gabriel stood close to the door, His back was against the wall. His legs were apart and arms crossed. With a black pinstripe suit, black shirt, and dark tie, he looked more like a suave businessman than a murderous gangster.
