Stolen by a Sinner (Sinners 3)

I let out another sigh knowing this is one argument I’m not going to win. “Fine, I’ll tell her I won’t beat her. Happy?”

Nisa gives me a look filled with warning. “Evet. Now hurry and leave so I can prepare breakfast before you complain about starving.”

God help me.

Letting out a chuckle, I press a kiss to Nisa’s forehead, then mutter, “You drive me insane.”

As I walk out of the kitchen, Nisa calls after me, “I’ll add extra pastrami to your eggs.”

To keep the peace in my house, I walk to Lara’s room and knock once before opening the door. Just like before, Lara’s sitting at the table. With wide eyes and visible fear tightening her features, she darts up, folding her hands in front of her.

I step inside and glance around the room that’s neat, not a single thing lying around to say the woman now lives here.

My eyes rest on Lara, who’s wearing another dress. It doesn’t suit her. She’s only twenty-two, and wearing something a fifty-year-old woman would wear is unflattering on her slender frame.

I let out another sigh, then notice her hands are trembling. Moving forward, I take a seat at the table and murmur, “Sit down, Lara.”

She instantly listens, dropping down in the other chair. Cautiously, her eyes flit to mine before lowering back to her lap.

I stare for a moment, wondering if I shouldn’t just send her back to Mazur, but something tells me not to. My gaze sharpens on her as I try to figure out why it would bother me to send her back.

She gives me another cautious glance, worry knotting her eyebrows together.

“Nisa tells me you’re living in fear that I’d beat you for the slightest mishap.”

This time her eyes fly to mine, and with a look of alarm, her lips part, but she doesn’t say anything.

She just looks fucking terrified.

I glance out the window as I inhale deeply. “I don’t find joy in beating people, Lara. That’s not how I punish my employees.”

She nods, and even though I can see the questions forming in her eyes, she doesn’t say a word.

Those goddamn eyes. They’re so expressive… and wounded.

“I’ll never hit you. You can relax. I’m not Mazur.”

Her eyebrows knot tighter together, and she looks extremely vulnerable. The sight makes my heart melt.

Now I understand why this woman has Nisa wrapped around her little finger. Hurting Lara would equate to kicking a puppy.

Suddenly I have the urge to set her at ease, not because it’s what Nisa wants, but because I don’t want this innocent creature living in terror.

Tilting my head, I settle my hands on the chair's armrests. “Is there anything you want to ask me?”

She hesitates but then lifts her chin and asks, “How do you punish your employees?” Her fingers start to fidget with the fabric of her dress. “If I’m allowed to know, sir.”

I either dismiss or kill them. It all depends on how much they know about me and what the transgression is. “Unless you betray me, there is no punishment.”

“Betray, sir?” The fear in her eyes lessens, and slowly the blue becomes lighter, filled with an eagerness to please me.

The punch to my gut is instant and forceful.

Jesus.

“Don’t speak to people about what happens in my house. Don’t disclose any information about me.”

She nods quickly. “I won’t.” Her teeth tugs nervously at her bottom lip, then she says, “So I’m not to talk to anyone about you, and I must stay away from the east wing.”

“That sums it up.” For a moment, we stare at each other, then I ask, “Do you have any other questions?”

Again she hesitates, and it’s clear she was never allowed to question anything. It makes her uncomfortable, but still, she pushes through and asks, “Are relationships allowed?”

She has a love interest?

Instantly I frown, totally caught by surprise. “Why do you ask?” She better not start parading men through my house.

“Ah… it’s just, Nisa Hanim is really kind, and it’s becoming hard to keep my distance from her.”

I end up blinking like Nisa did earlier, then anger unfurls in my chest. “Are you asking me whether I’ll allow a friendship between you and Nisa?”

“Yes, sir.”

With a pissed-off frown, I stare at the woman, wondering just what kind of life she’s had until I shot her.

Lara squirms in her chair, then she quickly murmurs, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t upset me.” Mazur fucking did. “Of course, you’re allowed to be friends with Nisa. In fact, I encourage it.” Just to save myself from a future headache, I add, “But no boyfriends. If you’re going to have a romantic relationship, it better happen outside and nowhere near my house. Don’t bring men here.”

I watch as absolute confusion washes over her face but then understanding sets in, and the woman blushes something fierce. The color in her cheeks actually makes her look pretty. “I… I’ll never do that.”