Chapter 6: Dinner Plans

The first few hours of my captivity blurred together in a haze of boredom and restlessness. With nowhere to go and nothing productive to do, the bed was now my gilded cage began to feel increasingly suffocating.

“I need to get out of here, even if just for some fresh air,” I blurted one afternoon, whirling to face my ever-present chaperone. “Kyle, please, I’m going stir crazy cooped up like this.”

The hulking enforcer didn’t even glance up from casually cleaning the wicked-looking pistol in his meaty hands. “Sorry, you know the boss’s rules. You don’t step one foot off this property without me or one of the other capos to keep an eye on that luscious rump.”

He shot me a slow wink, his gaze roving over me with an insolent appreciation that made my skin prickle. “Don’t worry, those pretty stems of yours will get some exercise soon enough when Kian comes calling.”

Heat flooded my cheeks at the rude insinuation, suddenly regretting having opened my mouth at all. I huffed and stalked a