Her Mafia Daddy - Chapter 64: Chapter 64

"I told you today was a test, Valentina , and you failed. Now my meeting was cut short and Enzo D'Agostino has an inkling of how possessive I am over you. Instead of a casual afternoon, we've given more information than we received. Do you understand?"
"Yes." I pushed my loose hair behind my ears.
"Just tell me what the punishment is and let's get it over with. Then we'll go back to the castello."
"You are not going back to the castello. You are staying here tonight." I didn't like the way that sounded. "We're staying here?"
"I am still too angry, and I will never touch you in a mood such as this. As much as I want to spank that ass and I want to very badly I will never hit you out of anger. Your punishment is to stay here alone tonight."
My jaw dropped open. Was he serious? "You are leaving me here on your yacht? What, so I can live a billionaire lifestyle myself to death?"
"Enjoy it, then. I hope you and your bikini have a wonderful night. The crew is at your disposal and will give you anything you need." He turned and started for the door.
"Wait, that's it? You're leaving? Just like that?"
"Yes, Valentina , just like that." He paused and glanced over his shoulder. "Perhaps this separation will be necessary for both of us."
What did that mean? Was he reconsidering our arrangement? Well, if so that was fine with me. He could put my ass on a plane and return me to Toronto. So if I didn't care, then why did my chest suddenly feel hollowed out?
I swallowed the lump in my throat, not above begging for him to reconsider. "Rafael , stay. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
The resolution in his expression didn't change at all. His features remained hard and implacable, the capo feared by all southern Italy. "I'll send Marco for you in the morning."
And with that, he walked out the door. I was still sitting there, dumbfounded, when I heard the helicopter's rotors start turning. They were
leaving me here.
Instead of banishing me to the dungeon, he'd banished me here.
Valentina's POV
I was certain I would die that night. For the first few hours, I explored the yacht. The ship was amazing, with no detail or expense spared. I saw all the bedrooms, the living areas, the bathrooms. Only one room remained locked, and I assumed that was Rafael 's office. The crew nodded politely, and I came to quickly realise they didn't speak much English. When I asked for a snack, they brought me more prosecco.
I ended up back on the pool deck where I found bottles of water in the mini fridge. They brought me dinner, which was some amazing shrimp and lobster pasta dish that I wanted to eat every day for the rest of my life. Then I watched the sunset over the water, wishing I had a phone to call my sisters.
Wait, there had to be a phone on the boat, right? Rafael had taken a call at one point. Wandering to find a crew member, I asked about a phone, holding my hand to my ear. He shook his head.
"No, signorina. Sta nell'ufficio."
"Ufficio?" He waved me forward and led me to the locked door near the master suite. Rafael 's office. Shit. "Grazie," I said, inwardly sighing.
Then something else occurred. "Television?" "Ah, sí." He nodded and motioned for me to follow. In the master suite, a television was hidden in a cabinet. I clapped my hands, beyond giddy to be saved from total boredom.
"Is there a remote?" I moved my thumb to mime a remote. He lifted his hands and shrugged, his expression saying he had no idea.
Then he pointed to a drawer under the television. Ah, that made sense. I pulled open the drawer and I found a remote there, along with stacks of DVDs. Old movies? I examined the titles, hoping to recognize at least one.
They were all Italian porn. Jesus Christ, Rafael . One track mind much?
At least it would save me from silence… and maybe help me learn Italian. Especially dirty Italian, the kind Rafael would like. Not that I cared
what Rafael liked at the moment, that asshole. I chose one featuring two men and one woman.
The slot for the disc was on the side of the TV. It took some time to figure out, but I finally got it playing. The production values were hilarious, the plot ludicrous. Nice to see that Italian and American porn were similar in that regard. It wasn't particularly arousing, so I wondered what Rafael liked about it.
Then the men began to dominate the woman… and it all became crystal clear. Of course, he liked watching her being tied up and held down, flogged and teased. I added the captions and tried to study the words, but I found my eyes fluttering. I fell asleep to the sound of moaning.
A jolt woke me sometime later. The TV had turned off, so the room was pitch black, and the wind was howling. The yacht moved as though we were at sea, and my stomach lurched. Had we left the inlet while I was asleep?