Chapter 3

Amy's pov

He was right behind me, so close that his hot breath brushed my ear when he spoke and his body heat transferred over to mine through the tissue fabric I had on. 

I jerked away as if I had been electrocuted, turning around to face him. 

“It's you.” 

As I had rightfully expected, the man behind me was the same pervert from the hotel. 

He walked over without an ounce of rush in his steps, and for some reason his blue eyes pinned me down. I couldn't dare to move. I was struggling to even breathe.

His fingers reached under my chin, tipping my head up.

“Your pictures do you no justice, all perhaps Jeremy is just as useless at photography as he is at gambling,” he said Jeremy's name with such familiarity, does that mean that he wasn't working with the casino. 

“What do you want from me? Why did you kidnap me?” 

“Kidnap?” He returned the word back to me as if that was the first time he heard it. He held my arm firm but not painful, however I couldn't even dream of breaking out of his grip. 

He went with me towards the table, then his hands began to scan around the orderly mess before peeling documents from it all. 

“Read it,” he said in a commanding voice, thrusting the document into my hands.

I took it, then my eyes went wide. 

“What is this?” 

“It's called an exchange, bunny.” He said then he sat at the corner of the table pulling me close until I was between his legs. 

“Jeremy owed me a lot of money, he was a frequent one at my casinos. Eventually he managed to rack up a 10 million dollar debt. That's impressive, even for him. Of course it was now at an amount that could only be paid with a life so he decided…” he leaned forward and pulled me even closer. “... That it wouldn't be his life, he handed you over on a silver platter luring you to the hotel so I could see if you were worth it.” 

“That's not true…” I said even though deep down underneath all of my denial my sense of reason that I had suppressed ever since I started dating Jeremy told me it was. 

“Jeremy would never do this to me, we've been together for 5 years…once everything settled we were going to get married!” 

He shrugged his shoulders, powerful muscles moving his black button down shirt. 

“It doesn't really matter what you believe or not,” he said, then when he saw my face shimmering with tears he coughed, “however there's no harm in drilling it in that you have no choice here.” 

He fished his phone out of his pocket while still casually holding me in an iron grip. When the person on the other side answered he placed it on speaker.

“Mr Moretti, I hope you're enjoying your package,” Jeremy's voice came through, “I'm glad you took her even though she's not that much to look at if I'm being honest.” 

My mouth fell open when I couldn't speak, Mr Moretti didn't have that issue. 

“Just keep your slimy feet out of my casinos if you know what's good for you.” He sounded very laid back but serious enough to tell you that he wasn't giving an empty threat.

“Don't worry boss, this time I'll be coming with cash and -” 

“Sweetheart, come to bed!” A woman's voice came through from the background loud and demanding.

“I'll be there in a moment, honey…have you put Lucas to bed?” 

“Yes, now get over here!” 

The more I listened to the more I listened the more it felt like the ground on the needs of my feet was peeling away.

If it wasn't for Mr Moretti holding my hand I would have collapsed right there and then. 

He ended the call with Jeremy. 

“Still having doubts?” He asked with a cocked eyebrow then reached up to curl my hair around his finger. 

“From the look on your face I'm guessing you didn't know anything,” he stated frankly then went ahead to explain everything. 

3 years ago Jeremy had a one night stand, she got pregnant and they've been raising their son together. The woman either doesn't know that they are others in the picture or she doesn't care. Either way he had proposed a year ago and they had a simple court marriage.

As I listened to Mr Moretti I lined up the dates and it clicked precisely with the times that he had to ‘go on a trip with friends’ or ‘visit family’ 

And as for the inheritance from my grandma he blew it all in one night, didn't even win a single game.

The fairy tale I had built in my head collapsed one card after another until it was just a rubble of dreams. 

“So what are you going to do with me now?” I asked, feeling numb inside as he continued to fiddle with my hair. “Will you kill me in his place?” 

He paused then lowered his hand to my waist.

“Now why would I do that? It would be such a waste.” 

He got up, rubbing his fingers on the thin fabric. It felt like he was touching me directly. 

“From now on you work for me, pleasing the men I ask you to until you pay off all the debt.” 

I chuckled, and couldn't help it. He seemed surprised. Of course he was shocked. Who wouldn't be if someone was laughing in this situation? 

“Until I pay the money off…so basically I'll be working for the rest of my life?” 

“Not exactly, but I've hardly ever seen any of the women leave once they dipped their legs into the job.” 

In that moment I saw that I had a choice, I could either be swept away by the storm or surf it.

Tentatively I reached up, wrapping my fingers around his neck.

“I was actually a virgin before I met my boyfriend, someone will have to teach me how to please men.”

The corner of his lips tugged.

“I break everything I touch bunny. What makes you think you're going to be any different?” 

“Cause I'm already broken, Mr Moretti.”