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“Get out!” I scream.

“I’m sorry, Miss. He insisted, and your father—”

“It’s fine, Jeanette,” I ground out.

He looks at her over his shoulder. “You’ve spoken to Mr. Delise. You may go now.” His words are so calm, so polite, but beneath it all is nothing but evil.

Jeanette looks from him to me, her eyes wide with fear. But she nods, and she leaves.

Traitor!

“Get out of my room, Enzo. Better yet, get out of my house!”

“No can do, darling wife.”

“Don’t call me that.” I grab the sopping wet face cloth and throw it at him.

Water droplets fly everywhere, but the asshole raises his hand and somehow catches it. Drops land on his clothing, but not nearly as much if he were hit with the whole thing. He tosses it into the sink and crouches down. I want to punch him in his perfect teeth.

“The more you fight me, the more I love it. Makes my cock so damn hard.”

He reaches inside the tub to pinch my nipple, and I swat him away.

“You can’t do that anymore. The contract is done!”

He smirks. “There’s a new contract, Jordan. One that says you belong to me forever.”

I hold his gaze, my brain getting foggy. The adrenaline that swarmed me leaves. It just disappears. My shoulders sag, and my chest aches.

“Why are you doing this?” I whisper as hot tears fill my eyes. “Please don’t do this, Enzo.”

His expression turns hard. “Don’t blame me for this, Jordan. Blame your father for making stupid business decisions that were too much to handle.”

“But you’re his friend. You’re—”

He scoffs. “When is the last time you saw me in this house?”

I think about that. And I can’t recall.

“What?” I breathe out, trying to stall. I wrack my brain for the last time I saw him in this house. When was it? Definitely before Zachary and me, which was over a year, but how much before? Another year? Two?

“Your father and I no longer have any sort of relationship. Well, we didn’t. We do now, thanks to you.” My stomach drops. What is going on in my life? How is all of this happening, and I don’t know a single thing about it? “Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You can get out of the tub, get dressed, and come with me calmly, or I can fish you out and carry you to my car naked.”

I grit my teeth, crossing my arms over my chest. “You wouldn’t dare,” I hiss.

He grins. “Try me, baby.”

I search his eyes and not a single thing tells me he’s lying. I don’t for a second think he would drag me out of this tub and parade me through my house and outside naked though. What kind of animal would do that? I’ve known Enzo for years. He’s never done a cruel thing. I lift my chin.

“I’m not going with you.”

His eyes glimmer with excitement. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He reaches into the tub, snatching me up under the arms like I’m a toddler. I wiggle my body, trying to fight him, but his grip is impossible. He tosses me over his shoulder as he stands, hooking an arm around my thighs so I don’t fly backward. I jerk my body and slam my hands against him, yelling and screaming for him to put me down.

He doesn’t. He only laughs and carries me out of my room. And it’s at this exact moment I know I’m totally screwed.

Chapter Thirteen