Would that be so bad as long as he treated you the way he was treating you right now?
He killed for her, fed her, clothed her, and was keeping her safe in his home. It was strange and surreal, but she didn’t want to run away, she didn’t want to escape, at least not right now. Right now, right here she actually felt like things could be okay… like she would be okay.
So here Alessandria stood, in nothing but the thick, plush robe that had been hanging on the back of the door of the en-suite bathroom, staring out the window and thinking about what she planned on doing. She could either try to figure out how to escape, or realize that this wasn’t so bad. Of course, she didn’t know how bad it might get, but right now, Zeke had been nothing but kind to her, and God, it had been so long since someone had been kind to her.
Chapter Eight
Zeke lay in his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He thought about Alessandria next door, and then he thought about all the women he’d used over the years. There hadn’t been a single woman in his life he could honestly say that he’d loved, apart from his daughter and his soon to be grandchild.
Daniella’s mother had been a whore and bitch to the core, and he’d made the mistake of not wrapping his shit up when he’d fucked her, but he didn’t regret it, not when it gave him Dani.
Daniella’s mother had fucked anything for a price, and it was only with the threat of a violent death that she kept her legs closed while she was pregnant with his kid. Zeke hadn’t touched her after the moment that Daniella was out of her body. He’d put up with her because he did feel that kids needed their parents, even if one of them was a whore. His life had sucked when he was younger, but he’d witnessed some good in people, not all good, but some.#p#分页标题#e#
Sitting up in bed, Zeke let out a sigh. He was getting way too old for some of the bullshit in his life. In his early forties already, he’d done a lot of shit in his life in order to get this far, in order to have his empire. He was becoming soft; he had to be because of what he was doing with Alessandria. Climbing out of bed, he made his way toward the window overlooking his expansive garden. He paid three men to continue the upkeep of the garden. Zeke had killed men in this house, men that had worked for him and betrayed him, and it was one of the reasons he’d sent Daniella away to school. She’d been protected with several bodyguards that he’d hired, bodyguards that were still near her even though she was with Shakes.
His men guarded the grounds, and they knew if they fucked with him or tried to kill him, he had many ways of dealing with that shit.
He couldn’t sleep, so he left his room, and made his way down to the main kitchen. Flicking on the light, he opened up the fridge, and even with his back to the doorway, he felt her enter the room.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
“How did you know it was me?”
“Intuition.” Zeke turned around to see Alessandria standing in the doorway. She wore one of the nightgowns he’d had stocked in her room, and the long garment swamped her entire body. He couldn’t get over how beautiful she looked, even with the bruises on her face. Zeke saw past the discolored marks. Alessandria was here because of a bully who hid behind women.
“It’s a little stupid to rely on senses alone.”
“They’ve gotten me to where I am today. Didn’t your senses ever tell you that Gerald was a bad guy?” He pointed to a chair for her to sit down.
“Not at first, but I guess eventually, yes. I guess my senses are not that great.”
“What are they telling you about me?”
“To fear you, but I’m also…numb.” She smiled and glanced down at her hands. “I guess I lost caring about a lot of things.”
Zeke was going to find Gerald, and he was going to tear him apart, piece by little piece.
“You could have tried running?”
Alessandria laughed humorlessly. “I did, and it got me black and blue and bloodied on the ground. After that, I knew he’d kill me if I left. But where would I run to if I tried leaving you? I watched you kill two men you didn’t know without even hesitating. I’m sure killing a whore isn’t going to take much effort. I’ve got no money, I don’t have a clue where I am, running won’t help me.”
Tilting his head to the side, Zeke dropped his gaze down to her plump lips. They would look so damn good wrapped around his cock, and the fact he was even thinking about this shit right now made him feel like an asshole. But even if he knew he shouldn’t think theses things, he was a bastard and couldn’t help the thought.