Submitting To The Devil - The Devil's Snare - Book 2

Chapter Seventeen

Bianca

Niko is unsettled, his leg bouncing beside mine as he stared upfront while one of Luca's men drove us out of Dimitri's drive. The irony is upon me that I came here a Rossi, and I'm leaving a Costa. It's nerve-wracking and upsetting. It's also exciting and sordid.

Niko's warning that my use of the word 'no' plays in my mind. I wonder what would have happened if we had been alone five to ten minutes more.

There's so much that remained unsaid in those moments before we were interrupted. There's so much Niko could have done.

For a moment, he scared me.

It seems my virginity might have been a buffer between Niko wanting and taking what he wanted.

Would he really have fucked me here in the back seat of the car?

The driveway gives way to the forest surrounding the roads between Dimitri's and Luca's, and I find myself lost in the sea of green and brown foliage that mesmerises me.

I'm a married woman now, and the thought is strange and foreign. As I process this in my mind, I realise that despite my fears, nothing untoward happened. Well, except for my secrets being revealed before everyone and the gods. My quiet paths the way for Niko's words as he notes we're travelling in the wrong direction than we ought to be.

The realisation has me panicking. Could Dimitri indeed be the monster everyone makes out he is?

Are we travelling to our deaths despite doing everything he asked of us?

"We should have turned right," Niko's words reverberate around the confines of the car, shaking my bones and my insides.

"We're driving to the airport, boss."

"Why?" Niko asks, shifting forward a little. I watch with avid hunger as he covers me, ensuring that the driver has no direct access to me if he chooses to turn and pull his gun that I have no doubts he hides.

It would be heartwarming to witness Niko's protection if not for the fact that we were arguing.

"A present from Don Moretta; you'll be flying out to his private island for a honeymoon, boss."

"It's not custom for men like me to have a honeymoon," Niko notes sourly. "Are you telling me the truth, Isaia?"

"Perhaps not, but the hidden truth is she's an heir; perhaps he's giving her a taste of what should have been. I was given my instructions from Luca. I don't think he'd send you into an ambush. He respects you too much," Isaia shrugs.

Niko turns to me with a thoughtful look. It's the truth: I am the heir. And the angering thing is that my future has been swiped from underneath me and handed to Emma, who really isn't much of an Italian at all and sure isn't an heir to anyone.

I could have fought more; I should have. She doesn't deserve my title nor my ability to rule over my father's men. And yet, when the opportunity arose, I laid down like a back alley dog waiting for fate to trample all over me. I gave up my calling, my right. And I gave it all to her as I let the men around me use me like the botch that I am.

"Fine," Niko notes, sounding less aggressive and more accepting. He sits back beside me, his leg brushing the ample tulle dividing us, yet I still feel his heat beside my thigh.

The rest of the journey is quiet. Niko doesn't glance my way once, and that's upsetting. I expect him to turn and look at me, but he doesn't.

Does he hate me now that the truth is out?

Should I reveal the branding he'll most likely one day see if he so chooses to fuck me, that is?

These things are swimming around my head when we pull up to the private jet.