Bow Down(170)

“They’ll be brought up soon.”

“Good night.”

He raised his drink. “Night, Cass.”

I gave him a look and then retreated back into the bedroom. I collapsed onto the enormous bed and sank into the sheets, letting their soft fibers wrap around me.

What the hell was I doing?

I was deep in the mafia’s compound, surrounded by enemies and allies alike. I was in more danger than I ever had been before in my life.

And yet I just kept thinking about that beautiful, handsome man. That was all I could think about. His body pressed against mine, kissing me, touching me, his cock deep between my legs. I could feel him inside me again, his warm cum filling me.

I had no clue if I was pregnant or not. There was no way of knowing, not yet at least, but I had to assume that I was.

I had no clue what I was going to do with this kid. Rafa had mentioned adoption, and maybe that was an option. Adoption was a really good thing. Some great family that needed a baby but couldn’t have one would take care of our child.

But even just thinking about giving my baby up made my anxiety go crazy.

I couldn’t deal with it. I was exhausted. I snuggled deep under the sheets and closed my eyes, trying to forget about where I was and what was happening.

And I especially tried not to think about the handsome man in the other room and how I desperately wanted him to sneak into my bed and make me feel alive again.





18





Rafa





I hated sleeping on the damn couch, but I knew not to fucking push it.

At least not the first night.

I woke up to the sun streaming in through the windows and grunted. A half-empty bottle of whisky was on the coffee table in front of me, and a hangover was knocking at my skull. I glanced up and saw that the bedroom door was shut.

I got up and made some coffee. I didn’t know what time the girl normally woke up, but I figured I’d let her sleep in if she wanted.

I wasn’t happy that we were at the compound. I understood the logic behind it, and I trusted Vince’s plan, but I was not fucking happy at all. Ernesto’s boys could be in the room next door and I’d have no clue. I didn’t know who was loyal to Vince and who was loyal to Ernesto. The staff was a wild card, and I almost didn’t even trust our food.

But that was being a little too paranoid. The staff had never helped a boss, or at least not with killing someone. Arturo and whoever else paid the staff well for their loyalty.

Still, I couldn’t help but be a little angry. The piece of shit bosses wanted to torture this poor girl for information, even though I was positive she didn’t know shit. I had stuck my neck out for her because I couldn’t help myself. But Vince hadn’t needed to get involved like he had. I didn’t want to drag him down with me.

As I started drinking my first cup of coffee of the day, there was a soft knock at the door, and then a piece of paper slid under. I walked over and quickly opened the door, but I saw only a staff member walking down the hall.

I bent over and picked up the paper. It was a handwritten note from Arturo requesting my presence in his study as soon as I was awake.

I gritted my teeth and sighed. I was going to have to go. I couldn’t just ignore a summons from the boss like that, even if I really wanted to. I didn’t know what it was about, but he clearly knew I was staying in the mansion, and in which room.

I walked over to the kitchen table, grabbed a pen and some paper, and wrote Cassidy a quick note. I folded it and left it out next to the coffee so that she’d find it.

When I was finished, I quickly left the room. I needed a shower and probably a shave, but that shit could wait. I was too curious about what the big boss wanted to let it wait even a few minutes.

I traveled through the halls, oblivious to the power and wealth all around me. I’d walked through it all so many times that it no longer phased me. Still, I liked seeing the way other people reacted to it for the first time. Cassidy had stared around her like something was going to jump out of the wallpaper at her, or like she was about to trip and fall into a priceless statue.

Both of those scenarios weren’t all that unlikely, actually.

I found Arturo’s door and knocked once. After a second, I heard him call me in.

I opened the door and then closed it behind me. Arturo was sitting at his desk like usual, drinking coffee.

“Want a cup?” he asked as I approached.

“Please.”

He nodded at a side table. I walked over and poured myself some steaming black coffee from the carafe. I sat down in front of him and took a sip. Strong and dark and hot.

“How did you sleep?” Arturo asked.

“Like shit.”

“That’s a shame. I sleep like a baby these days.”