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Chapter 55: You are a Toy!
The Italian countryside whips past the window of the sleek black SUV, a blur of verdant hills and terracotta buildings that I can barely focus on through my drugged haze. Monza is beautiful, I think, or at least what I can see of it as we speed toward our hotel.
I glance over at Caterina, who’s been unusually quiet since we left the airport. Her crimson eyes are fixed on the passing landscape, her perfect profile illuminated by the late afternoon sun. There’s something off about her expression, a slight downturn to her lips, a tension in her jawline that wasn’t there before.
“Cat, is something bothering you?”
She sighs, not turning to look at me right away. When she does finally face me, there’s a pout on her perfect lips that makes her look almost childlike despite her intimidating presence.
“Yeah...” she says, her crimson eyes locking with mine. “We forgot to join the mile-high club.”
I blink at her, processing her words through the pleasant fog in my brain. “The mile-high club?”
“Yes, Adam,” she says with exaggerated patience. “Sex on an airplane. It’s called the mile-high club.”
I stare at her, feeling a weird mix of confusion and amusement bubbling up inside me. This powerful, terrifying woman who literally broke my hands and keeps me drugged is upset because we didn’t have sex on her private jet.
A laugh escapes me. “Cat, when you’re not out trying to teach me a lesson, you’re really cute, aren’t you?”
She looks momentarily surprised, her crimson eyes widening slightly. Then her expression softens, and she reaches across the leather seat to cup my face in her hands. Her touch is gentle, reverent, as her thumbs trace the line of my cheekbones.
“Adam, as long as you’re a good boy, I’ll give you the world. I wasn’t joking when I said I would move mountains for you.”
Her crimson eyes
The man beside her, Tony, shifts uncomfortably, his eyes still fixed on the floor.
“We really must be going,” Caterina says, her crimson eyes never leaving Luna’s face. “Enjoy your... honeymoon.”
She practically spits the last word, making it sound like an insult rather than a well-wish. As she guides me past Luna, I feel the Latina woman’s gaze burning into my back.
“Oh, we will,” Luna calls after us, her voice carrying an undercurrent of threat. “See you tomorrow night.”
A/N: I was talking to someone today. I realized all my covers make it look like im a porn writer. Im not sure what ill do with that info in the future or how i will change the cover if i do again. But for now this will be the new cover.
This isn't a joke. I genuinely just want a cover that feels more like the story im telling. I don't want people being like "oh i came for porn but then it got weird." In the future I want all of my covers to reflect my writing better. If you hate it let me know. I still probably wont change it though.