Page 125 of Dangerous Intent

“Let me go!” I kicked my legs in the air. “Help!”

He dropped me and pushed me into the sofa, causing me to fall on my backside.

“Shut up.” He pointed his gun at my head. “If your guard comes in here, I’ll shoot him, and that will be on you.”

“You’re going to have to deliver me dead because that’s the only way you’re getting me out of here.” I grasped the back of the sofa and pulled myself into a standing position. “But we both know you can’t kill me. If you do, you’ll never get paid.”

“Don’t be so sure.” He reached for the collar of my shirt, and then threw me hard enough that I smacked the back of my head against the wall and my legs gave way.

Before I could hit the floor, he pinned me to the wall with his chest and legs. “I could kill you and leave you for Marchello to find. That might be better than any payday.”

“You won’t do that.” I gritted my teeth and glared into his eyes. I had nothing to lose. He was either going to kill me or take me away from Marchello and deliver me to a fate far worse than I could ever imagine.

“How can you be so sure?” He swiped the tip of his gun down my neck and to my breasts.

“Because you’re not going to give up the cash for revenge.”

“Lissia, you’ve always been such a wild thing.” He circled the barrel of the gun around my nipple. “I’m still going to get revenge on Marchello.”

His mouth got too close to mine, and I turned my head. The scent of stale tobacco churned my stomach.

“You’re a fucking piece of shit.” Damn my father for putting this vile man in my path.

“You see…” He nudged his knees between my legs and spread them apart. “I’m going to take what was offered to me a few months ago. It’s what I’m owed. It’s what your father promised. Fucking you right here is the best revenge I can get on Marchello.”

“You sick piece of shit.” I shoved him, but he didn’t budge. “You’re going to have to kill me, because I’m never going to let you touch me.”

“What makes you think you’re going to have a say?” Danny clutched my throat, restricting my airway. “I’m going to fuck you into submission, and when you’re lying on the floor like the fucking whore that you are, I’m going to take pictures of your bruised and naked body and send them to your husband.”

I pushed back the vomit that threatened to spill from my mouth. Fight-or-flight mode was my only option if I ever wanted to see Marchello again.

“It’s happening either way, brat, so you decide how you want it to go.” He pressed his gun into my side as he brushed his lips along my face and to my mouth. “Are you going to let me take you to the bed where you fuck your husband, or are we going to do it right here?”

“No!”

“I don’t care either way. What’s it going to be?”

The warmth of his tongue inside my ear made me gag, and my heart raced as he licked his way to my lips.

His gun was firmly planted against my ribcage, limiting my options.

When his lips connected with mine, I clamped my teeth on his bottom lip, biting him hard enough to draw blood.

Fight!

“Fuck!” He released me and dropped the gun at his feet.

I kneed him in the crotch and took off down the hallway, running as fast as I could. Images of him chasing me through the woods flashed through my head.

Flight!

“Really?” he shouted before grabbing my hair and dragging me back into the kitchen. “I let you escape once. That won’t happen this time.”

He turned me to face him, raising his hand and slapping me across the face with enough force to knock me into the counter.

I gasped, trying to catch my breath, but anxiety soared through me fast enough to drown me in my own fear.

Danny was inches from my face. He wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand before wedging me between him and the island.