Page 8 of The Nanny and the Don

His crazy ass friend had tucked me into bed like there was nothing wrong with kidnapping me and bringing me back to his house.

I wasn’t sure if he planned on using me as bait to lure Brendan here or keeping me as a sex slave.

All I knew was I wasn’t staying here. I had nothing to do with their beef.

I jumped out of the bed and darted to the door of the room. Grateful that it wasn’t locked, I snatched the door open and dashed out into the living room. There was no sign of him as I cleared the living room and got closer to the door. My heart pounded out of my chest as I reached the door.

When my hand landed on the doorknob, I found that it was locked.

I couldn’t even find the lock. I took a step back and looked at the knob.

There was no way to unlock it. I searched the wall for some kind of panel before finding it.

I pressed the black button hoping that the lock on the door would pop.

“Don’t stress yourself, princess. You can’t unlock the door,” the mad man’s voice came through a speaker somewhere.

“Let me the fuck out of here!” I shouted.

“Take a shower and get dressed. I’ll be up in thirty minutes.”

Up? Was I upstairs? I sprinted over to a window and looked out over a huge pool that sat in a back yard that seemed to stretch for miles. Where the hell was I? I marched back over to the door and pressed the button again.

“I’m not getting all clean just for you to take advantage of me. I’m not about to be your sex slave or whatever you got in mind.”

“You think I can’t get pussy without taking it?” he chuckled.

I’m pretty sure there was a button that would have prevented me from hearing him laugh. He was likely holding it down to make sure I could. He was taunting me.

“You will do whatever the fuck I tell you to do. If I say fuck, you will fuck. Get dressed, Devlan. I don’t have time to go back and forth with you all day.”

The way he said my name made a shiver crawl up my spine. I wasn’t sure how it made me feel, but I felt something.

“Fuck you!” I spat after punching my finger against the button.

That got another sinister chuckle out of him. “Twenty-five minutes, Devlan. If you’re hungry, the kitchen is fully stocked, but my chef is making breakfast.”

Smashing my finger against the button again, I shouted. “I don’t even have anything to change into. I hope you don’t think I’m going to parade around in this all day, and I’m not putting on dirty panties.”

“You seem to think you have control over what happens here, Devlan. Unless you have my money or can direct me to where I can retrieve it, you will do what the fuck I say and save the back talk for your diary.”

Tears filled my eyes as I stormed back into the bedroom where I had come from.

It was crazy for him to tell me to get dressed knowing that he snatched me out of Brendan’s house half naked.

Maybe he doubled back and got clothes for me after he knocked me out.

I didn’t care either way, but if I was going to get out of here, it would be nice to have on clothes when I made a run for it.

I was not about to be a prisoner to this psychotic bastard because of whatever score he had to settle with Brendan.

I narrowed my eyes when I spotted the bags at the foot of the bed. I had been so busy trying to get out of there that I didn’t notice them before, not that I gave a damn about bags. I wanted to get the hell out of here. I had to find a way to get in touch with somebody outside of this house.

I had no clue where the hell I was. All I knew was I was trapped up here unless I figured out a way to get out of the window.

I picked up one of the bags and dumped it on the bed.

The clothes in it were brand new. I picked up a pair of jeans and my jaw dropped when I saw the price tag.

Why would he spend over a thousand dollars on a pair of jeans? This was insane.

As I looked through bags and bags of designer clothes that I would have never paid my hard-earned money for, I grew more and more confused.

Aside from wondering why Mr. Evil had spent so much money on clothes for me, I wanted to know how in the world he knew my size.

It didn’t matter. I just wanted something covering my body when I got the hell away from here for good.

With a pair of the jeans and a blouse that happened to be cute as hell in tow, I grabbed one of the bras that happened to be a couple of sizes too small and headed into the bathroom.

The bathroom was absolutely breathtaking.

There was a huge claw-foot tub sitting in one half of the room while there was a walk-in shower on the other in front of his and hers sinks.

I loved a long soak while listening to a good book.

I rolled my eyes before placing my clothes on the counter.

I noticed all kinds of soap in the shower.

The only ones I saw were women’s soaps. I assumed that he used a different bathroom because I still didn’t even know where he was in this place.

I didn’t even know the layout but there was obviously another floor.

I stripped out of my clothes and walked under the warm stream of the shower.

Every one of the five shower gels smelled good, so I just picked one and took a quick shower.

I was eager to get downstairs so I could get the hell out of here, so I didn’t waste time basking under the warm water.

I hopped out of the shower and grabbed a towel before quickly drying off.

Once I was dry, I threw on the clothes and stepped out of the bathroom.

Walking back over to the bed, I searched through the piles of clothes and opened the box that had a pair of sneakers in it.

Yet another thing that he’d spent too much money on.

I sat on the side of the bed and put on a pair of socks before sticking my feet in the shoes.

I sighed when the butter-soft leather welcomed my feet like a cloud.

Damn was this why people spent so much money on these?

I swallowed down the walnut-sized lump in my throat as I stood from the bed.

With every step I took toward the kitchen my heart broke a little more.

I could believe I had been yanked into Brendan’s bullshit.

I shook my head, slamming my back against the wall and sliding down to the floor.

Dropping my head I cried into my hands. This could not be happening.

Where the hell was Brendan, and why was I the only one being punished for something he did?

“Get up!” Mr. Evil barked, almost making me jump out of my skin.

I looked up to find him standing there nonchalantly with his hands clasped in front of him.

“You scared me,” I mumbled.

“I told you I was coming up in twenty-five minutes.”

“I know it hasn’t been twenty-five minutes already.”

“Obviously, you had time to get ready anyway. I know you’re upset, but you’re going to have to suck it up and act like you’re happy to be here before I take you downstairs.”

“How am I supposed to pretend like I haven’t been kidnapped and held hostage?” I quizzed, staring up at him and waiting for a response.

“That’s not up for me to decide. Stand up,” he said, reaching down to take my hand.

With an exasperated sigh, I took his hand and let him help me to stand.

His musky cologne pissed me off. How could he worry about smelling good while he had a freaking hostage?

He looked devilishly good in dark gray slacks and a matching vest. The white shirt contrasted perfectly with his umber skin.

“Am I supposed to be a high-priced hooker or something in these expensive behind clothes? These shoes cost more than my rent.”

“You’ll wear what I want to see you in. Where is that watch?” he quizzed.

“It’s on the bathroom sink. You can have it. I did not have anything to do with whatever happened with your money. Just let me go home. I won’t even tell anybody what happened. I don’t even know your name,” I explained.

He brushed past me as if I wasn’t speaking as he proceeded to the bathroom.

The need to stay close to him had me falling in line with his steps and following him to the bathroom.

He walked out of the bathroom with the watch in his hand before stuffing it in his pocket. Glancing up at me, he began to speak.

“We are approximately five miles away from the next house on either side and ten miles out from the next city. I like it that way. I like privacy and space. I can see how that might not work in your favor right now. You can try to run if you can figure out how to get out of this house, but I’m sure you’ll find it difficult to navigate your way around here.

“There are also two security guards outside who will ensure that you don’t leave unless I say so.

I won’t say so. I suggest you cooperate with me until I can locate Brendan or get my money out of him.

Until he materializes or my money magically reappears in my accounts, you work for me.

Once you walk out that door downstairs, I’m going to need you to look like you’re happy to be here.

The people out there don’t need to know the details of our arrangement.

Just like you, they work for me. No one here can help you.

They have jobs to do of their own. It’s your job to do what the hell I tell you to do and look like you’re having fun doing it. ”

“Why?” I asked genuinely curious.

“Seems like you would have learned to stop asking so many questions. You are not in control here. Do what’s expected of you, and we won’t have any problems. I’m a busy man.

I don’t have time to go back and forth with you or try to pacify your every request. We won’t have to have this discussion again.

Since you are having a hard time wrapping your mind around the way things are going to go, I’ll give you an extra ten minutes.

When you get your head together, join us downstairs. ”