Part 6 (1/2)

Did she really just mouth off to me? When did the weak little girl grow a pair of b.a.l.l.s? I have to straighten this out right now. The second she's no longer afraid of me is the second my life becomes absolute h.e.l.l. ”What the f.u.c.k is wrong with you?” I spin to face her. ”You want to die? You're going the right way about it, doll.”

”Yeah, yeah.” She twirls her hand in the air. ”Again with the death threats.” What the h.e.l.l has Caleb told her?

Pointing at Caleb, she wrinkles her brow. ”You punched him!”

”He let you out! Of course I punched him.” I take Caleb by the shoulders and push him to the door.

”You're a piece of s.h.i.+t!” she shouts, her face turning beet-red.

”Ria...” Caleb starts, but shuts up when I squeeze his shoulders.

”Ria? You f.u.c.king named her?”

Caleb ignores that question, and she points at him again. ”He's your brother! You don't even care about your family.”

Oh, now she's touched a sore spot. I feel heat flood my skin, causing me to press my fingers into my little brother's shoulders. ”I know he's my f.u.c.king brother. I also know it's none of your d.a.m.n business. If you were so concerned about him maybe you shouldn't have kicked him in his b.a.l.l.s.”

She looks at Caleb and her eyes go all soft and mushy-looking. Oh, f.u.c.k, it seems the b.i.t.c.h has it bad for my little brother. I never should have left him in charge of her.

”I had to! I'm sorry, Caleb.” She redirects her attention to me. ”I have been kidnapped, of course I'm going to try to escape. What do you expect me to do, just wait for you to kill me? I do have a basic will to live, you know? You, on the other hand, are just plain mean. You don't deserve a brother like him.”

I grit my teeth, open the door, and shove Caleb outside. Slamming the door shut, I turn back to her. ”You don't know anything about us, so I suggest you shut your mouth if you really do have a basic will to live.”

”I know that he's nice, and you're not,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest ”Nice?” I laugh. ”What do you think this is? A f.u.c.king summer camp? He's watching you. He's not your new friend. What next? You going to start braiding each other's f.u.c.king hair?”

She scowls at me, and I inch my way closer to her, forcing her to back up. I keep going until she's against the wall.

”Evidently, somehow you have my brother wrapped around your little finger, blubbering over some chick-flick c.r.a.p, and he's apparently too nice to stop you from escaping. So, from now on, you'll be in my room, or with me, twenty-four hours a day, until the debt is settled or I find a better place to put you. Do you hear me?”

Her eyes lock with mine, her teeth gritting as she rises to the challenge. ”Oh, I hear you,” she growls. ”I heard the thirteen f.u.c.king death threats. I also heard that I was supposed to be out of this s.h.i.+t-hole after three days. You want to kill me, then f.u.c.king get on with it already. You want to spend every minute of the day with me?” She smiles. ”I'm going to make your life h.e.l.l.”

She's p.i.s.sed as h.e.l.l. She's lost her f.u.c.king mind, or is on her f.u.c.king period, because she's turned into one ma.s.sive b.i.t.c.h. I clench my jaw, grip her arm, and yank her away from the wall, bringing her face so close to mine, our noses are actually touching. She's pulling in hard breaths, and each time she does I'm hyper-aware of those b.r.e.a.s.t.s of hers pressing against my chest. ”You won't even so much as take a p.i.s.s without me watching you. How about that?”

”I tell you what, why don't you set yourself on fire, and maybe, just maybe, you'll get to see me p.i.s.s!”

I bow my head, sucking in a quick breath to try to hide the slight grin threatening to curve over my mouth. I should be livid as h.e.l.l that she's being so mouthy with me, but that smart-a.s.s mouth is hot, and that British accent could give f.u.c.king v.i.a.g.r.a a run for its money.

”I don't even want to breathe the same air as you,” she shouts. ”So you might as well just shoot me now.”

”Oh, trust me, I'd love to f.u.c.king put myself out of this misery, but I'm not feeling up to scrubbing blood out of the carpet today.” I jerk her closer to me, bringing her forehead level with my chin. I curl my lip at the sudden whiff I just got of her. She smells like absolute s.h.i.+t. ”f.u.c.king h.e.l.l,” I cough from the stench. ”No wonder Caleb wanted to get you out of this room, you smell like open a.s.s!” I pull her behind me and reach for the door.

”That's what happens when you lock a girl in a room for four f.u.c.king days!” she says, and rips her arm out of my grasp.

At this point, treating her like a child may be my best bet. I open the door, s.n.a.t.c.h her by her wrists, and drag her into the hallway. She obviously no longer has a filter, no self-control, and absolutely no survival instincts. Maybe she's just lost her s.h.i.+t.

”Let go of me.” She squirms. ”You pikey criminal.”

”Not a chance, doll.” Laughing, I add, ”And really, a criminal? That's a bit extreme, don't you think?” I can't help but smirk.

”You tried to f.u.c.king kill me a few days ago! If that doesn't make you a criminal then what does?” She pulls in a breath and I keep dragging her behind me as she continues to ramble about how cruel I am.

I turn at the end of the corridor and head for the bathroom.

”And you are absolutely, definitely, a ma.s.sive”-she struggles against me-”f.u.c.king a.r.s.ehole.”

”You done?”

Her response; showing me her middle finger.

”Oh, really?” I bend, scooping her up and throwing her over my shoulder. My hand instinctually rests over her firm a.s.s. I could move it, but seeing as how I'm such an a.s.shole, I don't.

She screams, pounding her fists against my back. ”What the f.u.c.k?” She shrieks again, and I clench my fingers into her a.s.s, causing her to tense. ”You!” I feel her fingers clawing at the hem of my s.h.i.+rt, pulling it up. Next thing I know, my f.u.c.king t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es are being smashed in two by my boxers. The b.i.t.c.h actually just gave me a f.u.c.king wedgie!

”You're a f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h,” I growl. She pulls harder, and I have to swallow because that s.h.i.+t hurts.

”Put me down!” she screams, the high-pitched squeal behind it piercing my ears.

”Oh, I'll put you the f.u.c.k down when I'm good and ready.” I adjust her on my shoulder, clamping my arm around her thighs harder while I shove the shower door open. ”From now on you're with me, or locked in my f.u.c.king room, which means we'll be spending some quality time together. Problem is, you smell like a f.u.c.king homeless person.”

I reach over and twist the k.n.o.b, then I throw her down onto the shower floor. ”How about now? Is this a good time to put you down, huh?” I watch the cold water pelt down over her, fighting a smile. She looks so d.a.m.n pathetic.

”Oh, you f.u.c.ker!” she screams, every muscle in her body clenching as the cold water hits her.

I smirk, bracing my arms against the shower door to block her exit. She jumps up and pounds against my chest. Droplets of water splash in my face with each smack she makes over my chest. It's ridiculous that she thinks those weak pushes of hers will do anything to get me away from her.

My eyes skim down her body. Caleb's oversized white s.h.i.+rt is soaked, which makes it very see-through and d.a.m.n near impossible to ignore those pert little nipples of hers straining against the thin material. f.u.c.k me, she has a good body, it's hard not to notice. I swallow, and, against my will, my c.o.c.k swells and presses against the zipper of my jeans. f.u.c.king great!

She catches me off-guard and punches me in the stomach. ”Ow, motherf.u.c.ker!” she says as she shakes her fist.

I laugh as she hops around, holding her injured hand. ”You done?”

I grab my crotch, nonchalantly adjusting my hard-on, which she takes note of; she swallows just before her face morphs into a scowl. She probably thinks she's about to get raped. I twist the k.n.o.b to the hot water, my gaze straying back down to her perky t.i.ts before locking on her face. ”You can make everything a fight, but please understand that you'll f.u.c.king lose.” She is going to love this next order. ”Now, take your f.u.c.king clothes off!”

Her nostrils flare and her eyes flame. ”Go f.u.c.k yourself, you perverted c.u.n.t,” she hisses, her expression hard, her face still red.

I laugh. ”c.u.n.t?” I ask, shocked at what a filthy little mouth she has on her. I give a half-a.s.s shrug and c.o.c.k a smile. ”Have it your way.” Grabbing the collar of her s.h.i.+rt with both hands, I shred it right down the middle, exposing her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

”What the h.e.l.l is wrong with you?” she yells, and scrambles to cover herself with the torn pieces of the s.h.i.+rt.

”I'm done f.u.c.king around with you, so take off your clothes and clean your a.s.s up!” I say as I raise a brow at her.

She glares at me, angry, hateful.

”Do it. Now!”

”I'll take a shower...if you get out.” She's glaring at me through the wet strands of hair covering her face.

I shake my head and grin. ”I don't think so. I step outta here and who knows what sort of trouble you'll get into.” I lean against the shower wall, purposefully letting my eyes roam over her. I need her to feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. I have to break her down.

”There are no windows in here. I can't go anywhere except the door, which you can stand on the other side of.”