Chapter Twenty-Five
"What do you intend to do?" her voice trembled for a second before masking it.
"Arh about the fingerprints? Or is it about the picture? Well, if your father were to see that, it would be over for you. But what fun was it going to be if I just handed it over to him? So I will unlock the safe with his fingerprints. Then I take whatever it is that is in there and then leave that picture in there." He paused and let out a wicked laugh which irked her. "We all wait till the day he decides to open the safe again. Who knows? He might probably not even go there before he takes his last breath. Which you and I know is not a given… since he visits Argentina once every month." He continued and she swore she could read in his tone some pride… as if he was patting his own back for explaining well.
"You are sick!" She didn't fail to make him see the absurdity in what he was saying. Why was he blackmailing her again?
To watch her dance? To sleep with her? She was not so sure anymore.
"My men will soon be in Argentina. Let me see how fast you will get to the location I will send you with my Trailer before I stop them from evading your safe" With that said, he ended the call.
Her fingers clenched, yanking at the strands of her hair as if trying to rip the frustration from her scalp. The dark thick strands tangled around her fingers. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her she hadn't even eaten the whole day.
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He loved that she still could defy him. A goofy smile spread on his face as he went downstairs. He knew she'd be rushing to the location.
He went ahead to train for a while. She should wait for him. Nobody has ever won over him. Not in fights, not in games. She was going to be no different.
Her call came through but he declined. She must've arrived already. He knew for a fact that she running at someone's call was eating her up but he liked that he was that someone.
Liked. That. He. Was. That. Someone.
With her, he had realized he had begun to like so many things other than guns and killing.
He later went to freshen up before leaving. He has ignored all her calls and a part of him was hoping he wouldn't meet her there.
He didn't exactly care whether she showed up or not but the fact that he had control over her was enough for him. He couldn't wait to tame her. He wanted it slow and before she would realize it, she would be eating in his palm. That thought excited him. He didn't why it did.
After driving for a while, he parked where the Trailer was. Asli was seated on the blocks beside it, scrolling through her phone. She didn't look up when he arrived. He chuckled.
"Someone's behaving like a good girl. I like that," he teased and she finally looked up from her phone. She threw him the keys and probably realized she didn't have a car to go back to since hers was parked at a different location before he brought the trailer here.
But was she going to ask him for a ride? Hell no! Did he notice, oh yeah.
"Get in the car," he commanded and she ignored.
"Get. In," his voice was harsher this time around, and again she ignored him while she continued her walk.
He strode toward her, his arms encircling her waist. He lifted her off the ground, and she immediately began to squirm. Her legs kicked out, and her elbows jabbed backward.
His palm landed on her backside with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the air. Her movements stilled and her body tensed in his grasp.
Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes flashed with anger, but she remained still, aware of the precariousness of her position.
He held her firmly, his grip unyielding, yet strangely gentle. The contrast sent a shiver down her spine.
"Be still," he whispered, while his hand caressed her skin. She hated it and should be fighting for him to put her down, but her body just betrayed her.
She nodded curtly, but her jaw clenched.
"Put me down?" she finally demanded.
He didn't do that.
He then halted beside the sleek, black vehicle, opening the passenger door after he put her down.
"Get in," he instructed, his voice firm but low.