"I'm going to what?" Ortensia's voice cracked, more disbelief than defiance.
Vito sat up on the bed, his spine hitting the headboard with a thud. He rubbed his eyes like a tired child, slow and heavy. Then he looked at her lazily.
"You'll spend twenty-four hours here with me," he said, voice flat, like it was already decided. "In my room, doll. Why do you make me repeat myself?"
"No. I won't," she snapped, her voice trembling, her feet unsure. "Stop this, Vito. I can't… I can't be with you like that, not for twenty-four hours."
He didn't move, he just stared at her, like a storm pretending to be still.
Then, casually, like he was talking about dinner, he asked, "Where's the c**t stimulator I put in you?"
Her heart dropped. "I… I took it out."
His brow twitched. "Seriously, doll? I t
