Griffin walked a few paces away from the idling limousine, pressing his phone tightly to his ear.
His eyes continuously scanned the perimeter of the courtyard as he spoke to the missing doctor in a low, clipped undertone.
All around them, the air was filled with the heavy, dragging sounds of boots scraping against gravel and the low, muffled groans of the wounded tactical team.
Bob and the uninjured men were hoisting the bleeding men by their shoulders, carefully carrying them through the massive, double gold-plated entrance doors of the palace.
A few tense moments passed before Griffin ended the call, sliding the device back into his suit pocket.
He walked back over to the rear door of the car, stepping into Alfonso’s immediate shadow.
“She picked up,” Griffin reported quietly, his face serious but calm as he looked at his boss.
“Dorea claims she went into the city to restock on some specific surgical anesthetics we were low on. She’ll be back here soon enough, Boss. She’s already on her way.”
Alfonso let out a dark, dissatisfied grunt, his jaw remaining rigidly set as he turned his attention away from Griffin.
His icy, piercing gaze landed directly on Joanne, who was still frozen in the far corner of the leather seat inside the car, her hands tightly gripping the lapels of her nursing coat.
“Get out of the car,” Alfonso commanded flatly, his deep voice rolling over her like a heavy wave.
He stood tall by the doorframe, his massive arms crossed over his chest.
“Unless you are sitting in there expecting some sort of royal princess treatment from me, doctor. Because I assure you, that is something I never, ever give.”
Joanne swallowed the bitter lump of fear in her throat, her knuckles turning white as she forced her stiff, trembling legs to slide across the smooth leather.
Every small shift of her hips sent a sharp, agonizing reminder of the brutal stretching she had endured under his massive frame.
She dragged herself to the edge of the seat, her breathing ragged as she stepped out onto the gravel courtyard.
The moment her feet hit the ground, her exhausted, overworked leg muscles completely gave out.
With a soft gasp, she stumbled forward, her knees buckling as her balance shattered.
She began to plummet straight toward the hard tarmac.
Before she could hit the ground, a large hand clamped around her upper arm, and another powerful forearm caught her beneath her chest. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
Alfonso caught her effortlessly, his physical strength halting her fall in a split second and hoisting her weight back up against his rock-hard torso.
He looked down at her flushed, sweaty face, his dark eyes flashing with a predatory, mocking amusement.
“Why the hell are you so incredibly weak, little nurse?” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear as he kept his arms securely locked around her waist to keep her standing.
“I haven’t even had nearly enough of you yet. At this rate, I’m genuinely starting to wonder whether our next round on my bed will end up killing you entirely.”
Joanne’s heart spiked with a fresh wave of surprise and terror.
Her eyes widened as she looked up at his sharp jawline, her mind spinning as she tried to process the implications of his words.
“What… what are you talking about?” she asked, her voice dropping into a slow, shy whisper, thoroughly husky and ruined from the hours she had spent moaning beneath him.
She tried to weakly push against his chest to create some distance, her cheeks burning with hot mortification.
“What do you mean, the next round?”
Alfonso let out a low, wicked chuckle that vibrated deep within his broad chest.
He didn’t let go of her waist; instead, he pulled her even closer, forcing her bruised thighs to press against his knees.
“Are you truly this dense, sweet doctor?” Alfonso whispered darkly, his lips nearly brushing her ear.
“Of course you are here as my personal nurse, but you are also here as my exclusive sex tool. I will be taking your body whenever I please, and I’ll be doing it very, very often. You had better start teaching this fragile body of yours to be strong, enduring, and capable of taking my length, because I don’t intend to hold back.”
Joanne’s blood turned to pure ice.
A wave of panic crashed through her mind, and she shook her head violently, her voice rising in a desperate, breathless rush.
“No… no, you are getting this all completely wrong! You are mistaken! The contract… the agreement was strictly for medical care! I am only here as your personal nurse to monitor your vitals and treat your conditions! Nothing else!”
Alfonso’s predatory smirk widened, a sinister glint appearing in his eyes.
Without a word, he reached into his vest pocket and pulled out the file she had signed in the hospital.
With a swift, careless flick of his wrist, he tossed the open contract right against her chest, holding it there with his palm. Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping.com.
“Of course you didn’t read through it,” Alfonso mocked smoothly, his tone laced with absolute triumph.
“You’re just like every other commoner. You saw the massive amount of money quoted on the first page, and your greed made you sign the dotted line without looking any further.”
With a brutal efficiency, his fingers flipped the pages over, stopping abruptly on a single, densely written legal page near the back.
He tapped his finger against a specific, highlighted clause, forcing her to look down.
Joanne froze, her breathing stopping completely as her eyes scrambled across the black ink.
Right there, detailed in indisputable legal terms, was a clause stating that she completely surrendered her body, her freedom, and her absolute consent to the employer, allowing him to use her for physical and sexual gratification whenever and wherever he pleased.
And right below the horrifying clause, stamped in dark blue ink, was her own, fresh signature.
“No…” Joanne gasped, her head spinning as she stared at her handwriting.
“No, this isn’t fair! This is a trap! You never mentioned a single word about this earlier! You lied to me!”
Alfonso’s hand slid from the file, his fingers instantly wrapping around her slender waist with bone-crushing force.
He yanked her entire body forward until her soft breasts were completely crushed against the wall of his chest, his face dropping inches from hers as his expression turned cold and lethal.
“Fair?” Alfonso hissed, his deep voice dripping with dangerous malice.
“I am a Mafia boss, Joanne, in case you didn’t know. I don’t play fair. I honestly thought you were clever enough to read through the contract before signing away your life, but it doesn’t even matter. Even if you had read every single line, you still couldn’t bail out from signing it. Consider the terms of your circumstances, sweet doctor. You wrongly injected the head of the Fareno family. You had a one-way ticket to a concrete prison cell, and we both know it.”
Joanne trembled in his absolute grip, her mind racing furiously.
She looked into his dark, bloodshot eyes, remembering the speed with which he had grabbed her wrist in Room 404, the terrifying way his body had reacted.
A sudden, sickening realization began to take root in the back of her mind, a cold suspicion that chilled her to the bone.
She looked up at him, her chest heaving as she voiced the terrifying question that suddenly consumed her:
“Did you… were you really even suffering from migraines in the first place, Sir?”