Dominic's POV…
Seeing her was a reminder of everything I had lost.
I had failed as a brother and seeing her was a reminder of that failure.
But she was a resilient and bold piece of art, drawing me in.
I watched as she tried to fight my large guard tossing and turning as he carried her slender figure to the car.
Her thighs were completely exposed over the short dress she was putting on.
Another shake and her ass would be in the air completely exposed.
For the first time in years, my numb soul felt a nudge; the reaction wasn't much, but I felt it.
I averted my gaze from her to my shoes, anywhere that wasn't her right now.
There was no way I would be having a rise for my sister's look-alike.
She was placed in the back seat. Immediately, her body made contact with the car seat. She tried to run, but was pushed back down and strapped tightly with the seat belt.
The scene was almost laughable, she wouldn't even make it 10 feet across the compound even if she tried.
Not with the heavy security, surveillance, and… booby traps.
I would love to see her try, though. I love a good game of chase. A small smirk tugged at my lips.
"You will eat first and then we will do something about your clothes and…" I paused studying her face closer.
The only difference between her and Diane was her eyes and hair, which were brown with a trickle of Gold.
But Diane had ours; jet black hair and icy blues.
Diane… I almost let out a sigh. It has been years since I said her name even if it was just in my head.
"…hair" I completed.
"Like I said before, I am not going anywhere with you." She pouted her lips and folded her arms.
I could watch her all day as entertainment, I hadn't as much as smirked in years, but a few minutes in her presence, I almost laughed.
She scurried further away from me, creating as much distance as the car allowed, which wasn't much.
"You don't have a choice here, whatever I say, you do."
She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped.
She remained silent throughout the whole drive.
I booked out the full restaurant, I valued my privacy more than anything.
"Eat." I urged her, it was irritating watching her just poke around the food without eating.
"You look like you have lost a ton of weight between yesterday and today."
"I am not a puppet you can just control, I will eat when I want to."
"You have a sharp mouth for someone in your situation."
She rolled her eyes, "What do you want with me?"
"I believe I have answered your question."
"Now eat, don't make me feed you else you won't like my style."
Her eyes widened with a small gasp escaping her lips before she resolved to actually eat, even though it was in bits.
"You reek of blood and filth, I would be dropping you off at the spa first before we go shopping for clothes.
"Don't try anything stupid," I warned, quivering my brows at her.
"Not my fault that I am stained by your atrocities Mr Baltimore." Her tone was as sarcastic as hell.
"I wonder what the world will say when they find out that the famous Baltimore group is nothing but a sham that runs deep in the mafia."
"I don't care what the world thinks or says." I spat out.
"They can go f*ck themselves," I added.
I stood by the door of the bathhouse waiting for her to finish.
Her discarded clothes lay on the floor at least they would be no escaping if she were naked.
The lock on the door of the bathhouse clicked open.
When she was done, I turned my head in her direction.
But my eyes were met with her stark naked body. She wore a bold smile as she walked past to pick up her new set of clothes.
I snapped my fingers dismissing my bodyguards, though I knew they wouldn't dare to look.
Nevertheless, Liora was a sweet temptation and was ready to put all her cards down for such games.
"You are aware there's a bathrobe robe right?"
She just shrugged her shoulders, not bothering to reply. She bit down a smile as she stared at me, her gaze not shifting.
She got dressed with agonizing slowness, holding eye contact all through.
She indeed was playing games, I hope she knew the game master always won at the end.
I didn't flinch or show I was affected by her naked body, even though my blood boiled and shot right through my d*ck.
We moved from store to store, shopping for clothes.
In each of the shops, Liora proved stubborn, refusing to try on the clothes.
After I had bought out over three luxury stores, I purchased every outfit the store had in all freaking sizes. She finally resolved to try some out.
Buying out the stores was nothing to me. I owned the freaking mall.
"I thought I was only here for a change of clothing, why does it look like I am about to open a retail store?"
"You will need as many clothes, because you will be staying around for a while."
"Staying around?" she asked, gripping the edges of the collar of one of the tops she had put on.
"Yes," I replied dryly.
"Why don't you get on with it, and kill me?"
"Until I have figured exactly who you are and what to do with you, you won't be going anywhere, not even a f*cking coffin."
"I want to try on the lingerie next, except you want to watch me change into about a 100 bras and panties. I suggest some privacy."
After her little stunt in the bathhouse. I didn't trust myself with her naked body for that long.
I didn't say anything, I just left her without a word.
I stood inside the control room of the mall, watching the surveillance.
She hadn't tried any of the lingerie in front of her.
Rather she grabbed sheets from the storage room, tying them together.
"Should we barge in to take her?" One of my men spoke from behind me.
"No, let her be. I love a good chase." A small smile ghosted my lips.
She strapped the sheets to the rails about to slide down four floors.
I shook my head at her bold dare with death.
She successfully scaled through the walls. My best bet was that she would use the service gate for her escape, so there I was waiting hidden deep in the shadows for her.
She gripped the iron of the strong gate, about to scale through, when she lost her grip on her foot and slipped.
She readied herself for the impact with the floor, but at my command, one of my men was there to catch her.
They held her down in place, but were careful not to hurt her.
I crouched down to bring my gaze to her, "If you want to die so badly just ask, but don't insult me with cheap escapes." I whisper into her ear.
"You are too deep into my world, little bird. Do you think an escape that cheap will guarantee freedom?"
She leaned forward, lips pouted then spat directly onto my cheek.