|Ch. 9|

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Chase, once he got her back to the house and up the staircase into the bedroom, threw her on the bed and glared down at her.

"Do not pull a stunt like that again or so help me God."

"What? You gonna kill me?" She asked with attitude. "Well then get to it because I won't stop trying to get away from you and your fucking psycho behavior."

"Why must you make this so fucking hard?"

Zhari jumped to her feet and pushed him. "You kidnapped me and flew me to the other side of the fucking country! Did you really expect me to thank you for this shit?"

"I expect you to behave like a fucking adult and not a child." He snapped.

"I don't know what kind of women your crazy ass is used to, but I'm not like either of them. You won't shut me up or make me do what I don't want to do." She stepped to him. "I have a mind of my own and I can think for myself so, if you plan on forcing me to stay here for a long period of time your punk ass better buckle the hell up because this ride is definitely going to get a lot crazier. You kidnapped the right one."

As if a switch was flipped, he smiled at her. "Have you always been this passionate?"

"Have you always been this fucking moronic?" She replied.

He chuckled.

"What you call moronic I'd call just being very vehement."

Zhari scoffed and walked passed him and out of the bedroom and down the hall with him close behind. "If you really believe that then you are far more deranged than you look."

"I want you," he pulled her to a stop once they hit the bottom of the staircase.

She pushed him away and stalked passed him toward what she could tell was the kitchen. "Well, I don't want you. Whoever taught you how to approach, treat, a woman you like really needs their asses kicked."

"Mr. Facinelli, sir, did you want something to eat?" Asked one of the female cooks.

"Not at the moment. Thank you."

"What about you, Ms. Jameson? Can I fix you anything?" She asked.

Zhari looked at the woman and shook her head. "No, nor will I ever. I can fix my own meal. Thank you."

The woman smiled at her, along with the other cooks, as they watched her move around the kitchen grabbing various things from the refrigerator, cabinets and drawers.

"What are you doing?" Chase asked as he watched her.

"Making cocaine." She said, her voice full of pure sarcasm. "What's it look like in doing?"

The cooks now stared at her in complete and utter shock before they glanced at Chase with concern.  They'd never heard a woman, anyone for that matter, speak to their boss that way. Not even his wife.

"I wish you'd watch your mouth." He said between clenched teeth.

They looked at Zhari, waiting for her response.

"And I wish you would get some help, but we can't always get what we want, now can we?"

They looked back at Chase.

"You have a smartass mouth do you know that? It's going to get you in a lot of fucking trouble or killed." He snapped.

They looked at Zhari.

She shrugged. "You, and whoever else, sure can try and shoot your shot. Just know that when the time comes I'll take you with me."

Chase flexed his jaw.

"Everyone out!" He bellowed.

The cooks, quickly, scrambled out of the kitchen leaving Zhari with Chase. Without saying a word, Chase crossed the kitchen towards her and moved in behind her, placing his hands on the counter on both sides of her, trapping her.

"Move." She said in a warning tone.

He pushed up against her and lowered his lips to wards her ear. "As angry as you make me, your fighting me makes my dick hard."

"It's going to be hard and broken if you don't back the fuck up off me."

He licked her ear. "I love a passionate woman."

Zhari spun around so fast that she damn near gave herself whiplash and slapped the shit out of him so hard that his head snapped to the side.

"Do not ever touch me, or lick me, without my permission, again." She snapped, her eyes filled with a fire that both worried him and turned him on.

Rubbing his cheek, he glared at her. He went to grab her, but before he could, she grabbed the huge butcher knife from the counter and held it out towards him.

"I will cut your dick off if you pull that shit again. You better learn how to control your anger or this whole thing will end with blood shed and you forever without your balls or dick."

"Put the knife down, Zhari unless you plan on using it on." He hissed.

"Kiss my ass."

Suddenly, Zhari is grabbed from behind and disarmed. She struggled against whoever it was that grabbed her, elbowing them in the ribs, throwing her head back and hitting them in the nose and even stomping on their feet.

She was dropped to the floor, on her ass, while the guard held his nose while also groaning in pain. "Damnit!"

"You didn't have to drop me you son of a bitch." Zhari hissed as she pushed to her feet and rubbed her ass before she found herself pinned against the wall behind her. "This is getting really old."

"I warned you about hitting me again. Now, you're gonna pay for it." He growled in her ear.

"Let me go! Now!" She struggled against him.

He only pinned her harder. "Do you think that just because I want you that I won't punish you?"

"Do you think that I give any fucks about you and or what you're talking about?" She replied to his question with a question of her own.

He chuckled in her ear.

"Oh, after I'm done with you, sweet heart, you will give several fucks about what I'm talking about."

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