The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

19. A Thief

- ENRIQUE -

The phone goes off several times, and soon I've lost count of how many times someone's entered the fridge.

It's actually shocking how many times the pack members eat. Maybe I should up their training, they eat like fucking animals. No wonder money is spent like water, they're fucking gluttons.

I'm drifting off again when my phone chimes. I'm already sick of the damn tune.

I sit up, seeing the green glow light up around the edge of the screen. I almost ignore it, feeling far too comfortable in my seat, but glancing at the clock, it is past three in the morning now...

It must be the thief.

I sit up, unlocking my phone and check the camera.

"I got you," I growl, seeing a hooded figure prowling my shelves. I can tell from that ass it's a woman and what irks me is she's picked up another one of my custards.

Fuck.

I stand up, and quickly and silently exit my office, heading down to the kitchen quietly. My eyes glimmer as the unsuspecting thief continues to eat MY food.

I cross the dark hall, frowning at my phone. Why are they even eating in there? It means they know they're stealing from me. I pocket my phone when I reach the kitchen, quietly opening the door. To my surprise, the light has not been switched on.

Well, well, well... a thief who knows exactly what they're fucking doing.

I make my way across the large kitchen, reach the fridge and take out my phone, glancing at the camera again. She's hurrying to the corner of the room, sitting on the floor with a pot in her hand, her head down. I frown. Did she hear me? Impossible...

I pull open the door, my eyes on the phone. She's on her feet again, clearly having changed her mind. She looks familiar but I can't place which of the girls it is... I step inside, the sound of my footsteps loud in the silence. She suddenly stands up and grabs a bottle of milk before she tries to walk out past me, but I grab her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

"Na'a, not so fast now. You made the mistake of touching my food," I growl menacingly, yanking her back into the fridge, and looking into the face of the thief.

To my surprise, it's none other than -

My eyes fly open. “You!” I growl, unable to mask my surprise as I find myself staring into a pair of large, gorgeous dark eyes.

Gasping, she closes her eyes, as if that's going to make her disappear.

"You fucking stole my food! How the fuck are you... How? How did you get out?" My mind is spinning as she stands there, her hands trembling as she clutches the jar of custard. "And stealing my fucking Natilla? Are you for real?"

She's muttering to herself, and it takes me a second to understand the incoherent words.

"It's a dream. It's not real. Go away. Shoo, go away."

Shoo? Is she really shooing me?

"I'm not going anywhere," I growl, slamming her up against the nearest shelf, making the jars behind her rattle dangerously.

She gasps, her eyes widening and for a second, she looks fucking gorgeous and I almost want to forgive her. But then I remember she's a fucking Rossi and I don't give a fuck.

I tighten my grip on her arm as she looks down at the custard pot. "I'm sorry. I didn't know they were only for you." She whispers and holds it out to me, looking rather sad.

Cocking a brow, I knock it out of her hands, making it go flying to the ground. "I'm not eating anything you've touched," I sneer. "Now tell me how the fuck you got out before I find the traitor who helped you and skin them alive."

She shakes her head vigorously; the hoodie slipping off. "N-no one helped me!"

I scoff, "And am I supposed to believe that you escaped all by yourself? And... more than once?" I ask.

"Well... whether you believe it or not, it's the truth," she whispers with a pout, making me growl as I yank her close.

"So, you admit you have eaten my food before!"

"I-I didn't mean more than once!"

"Do not test me! You might look like Goldilocks, but I am not a fucking bear. I'm a wolf and I will tear you to shreds." I growl.

"You remind me of Daddy Bear right now..." she quips innocently. My eyes flash, and she quickly shakes her head, mumbling an apology. "I was joking! Sorry!"

"No wonder you look perfectly content down there when you're eating plenty," I add, looking her over.

Is that... my hoodie?

I clench my jaw, glaring at her.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

She looks down guiltily and I frown. "The truth... how did you get out?" I ask. It's not possible she did it by herself. I refuse to believe that.

She tilts her head, observing me curiously. "It's the truth. I just unlock it and lock it whenever I need to."

I tilt my head, masking my disbelief. I feel she's telling the truth, but... is she?

"So you've been playing prisoner?" I growl.

She nods guiltily, slowly slipping the spoon she's still holding in her hand into her mouth, licking it clean.

I narrow my eyes. She is not cute or sexy.

"I can show you if you like?" she suggests coyly, batting those lashes.

"That's not getting you out of trouble. I'm shipping you to England tomorrow, but tonight, I'm not letting you out of my sight." Someone like her could easily just walk through the entire pack and breach security at any fucking time. IF what she is saying is the truth.

I yank her out of the fridge, and I'm halfway down the hall leading her towards the stairs when I hesitate.

Did her father send her to spy? Just

like those he sent years ago. If so...

hould have learned that I will not

I

el.

let anyone get away with spying on me, but what is his purpose in sending his daughter here? There's more to it and it's getting on my nerves.

Reaching my quarters, I push her onto the bed before I lock the door.

“Now... since neither of us seems to need to sleep, I have some questions for you, and you are going to answer them," I say quietly as I begin to unbutton my shirt.

Her eyes widen and I step closer to the bed, making her shuffle backwards, her heart thumping.

Hmm, so this might actually work...

I slowly remove my shirt, not missing the way her eyes glimmer pink, her cheeks matching them in colour before she hides behind her hands.

"W-why are you taking your clothes off!" she exclaims, her voice sounding shrill.

"Well... since you like to show me

sass, Princesa, I've decided that every time you don't answer a question I'll simply remove one item of clothing... and I'm not wearing many layers. So... shall we start?" I

growl huskily as I toss my shirt onto the floor.

Her eyes grow wider as she peeks through the gap, but there's something in them that makes me want to push her. To see how far I can go... For a moment our eyes meet, and I'm losing myself in them, before she blinks, breaking that moment.

"Ok, I'll answer,” she whispers, her gaze dipping to my naked torso before she meets my gaze once more, her heart racing.

“Good. Now... question number one, why have you really come to Puerto Rico? If you lie to me..." I leave my threat hanging, not even sure what I'm threatening her with, but my hand on the band of my pants is enough for her to sit up straight.

Her legs are tucked under her, and she's drowning in that large hoodie. "I will tell you... but will you promise to let me finish first?"

Finish? An image of her with her legs spread apart and her juices-

Fuck, focus!

I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"Just get on with it," I growl.

She nods. "I came to repay the debt of kindness that you once showed me." I look up sharply as she looks me dead in the eye, her voice clear. "I came to find you."