Page 39 of Bloody Savage God
Perhaps there will be a way to repay her for sticking her neck out for me eventually, but first I need to get this all sorted.
“All right, I’ll go down and deal with him. Make yourself comfortable.”
Mikhail
When Gianna comes down the stairs again, she wears a determined expression, positioning herself in front of me. “Assuming you can keep your mouth shut about our little encounters, I’ll take off the duct tape and let you get out of here. If you do that, I see no reason to mention your, shall we say, more specific tastes in sex? We can also avoid an all-out confrontation between our families, which I think is in both of our interests.”
We both know she’s taking a huge risk, and I can’t help admiring her for the confidence she’s displaying. This woman is something else.
Not that I would show any weakness either, that’s a good way to get killed, but I can appreciate her backbone while also lusting after her pussy. Because the way she fucked me earlier leaves a distinct desire for more.
Just like in the country club parking lot, getting little glimpses of her personality turns me the fuck on. It really is starting to turn into a serious stalker problem, because even though she’s offering me a way out, part of me is disappointed. And that part isn’t my cock. Or rather, it’s notjustmy cock.
My brain is fucking obsessed with this woman. And it’s only getting worse.
Which leaves me with a decision to make.
“All right. I’ll take that deal.”
She scrutinizes me for a moment, trying to figure out if I’ll walk out of here just to break my word, which, if we are being honest, isn’t entirely unlikely. We’re both more than prepared to backstab the other one if it benefits us, but she doesn’t have a better choice.
Plus, I kind of like it when she uses knives on me.
Well, unless she kills me, but obviously she decided against that for whatever reason. Probably my father’s wrath, which is slightly insulting. You’d think I’d have more to offer than being a buffer from my mobster of a father.
“Very well.” She comes over and begins to cut through the tape, loosening my stiff limbs.
When I’m free she steps back, her knife still in hand, though she has her arm loosely hanging by her side. Not that I’m fooled. I know how quick she is with that thing, so I move slowly, standing up and massaging my aching arms and legs, carefully avoiding the gash on my leg.
Her gaze travels over my naked body. My cut up shirt still hangs over my shoulders, but my pants and underwear are shredded. I’m not exactly in the best state I’ve ever been in, given the multitude of cuts and my swollen face, but Gianna doesn’t seem to mind, taking her time to take me in, her green eyes sparkling with satisfaction as they catch on the G on my chest.
“As much as I enjoy giving you a little peep show. If you don’t want me to walk out of here causing a scene you might need to find me some clothes.”
Her lips twitch. “Fine.” She gestures to the stairs. “After you.”
That makes me grin. She might fuck me, but she sure as hell doesn’t trust me. My kind of girl.
Reaching the top of the stairs, I push open the door and pause for a second. This isn’t what I expected. Given that I was out cold on the drive here, I had no frame of reference for how far Gianna took me, but I’d figured we’re still in the city.
Nope.
The large windows show we are surrounded by forest, and the inside of the cottage almost spells get-away cottage.
Taking a couple of steps into the room, I hear someone snort.
“You forgot to dress him, Gianna.”
The woman sitting at the kitchen island has chin-length brown hair and a nose that curves slightly upward at the tip. Humor dances in her eyes, and I realize I’ve seen her before. Recently, actually, though not in person.
“You’re Mia Samson.”
That wipes the smile off her face, but she gives a small nod. I don’t think the acknowledgement is for me though, more an involuntary movement. Like she expected I would know who she is, and I’d just confirmed it.
I turn to Gianna. “You keep interesting company.” My raised eyebrow invites a comment, but my Gianna’s face remains expressionless. With one little exception. Her eyes flit over to Mia, as if she is surprised that I would know her friend.
Interesting.
“So about those clothes,” I prompt, and Gianna points to a small hallway past the kitchen.
