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it’s Antonio Wayne…” I nuzzle in her ear once more, breathing her scent in.
    “Because you are a Colombian thug who abducted me and forced me to marry you.”
    “Are you going to tell your secret admirer, FBI guy?”
    “No, if I want to get away from you, I will leave. I don’t need to be a tattletale about it.”
    “Yeah, you are awfully brave. That is, until I get you home, my little thief and liar.” I slide my hand up her dress, move her panties to the side, and whisper, “Hey Roxanne, maybe I’ll spank you.” She immediately moistens.
    “Closet sub,” I growl in her ear.
    “I need to go to the bathroom,” she says.
    “I bet you do,” I answer. “Roxanne needs to get baby wipes and clean her little twat.” I laugh in her ear, “Go clean up, dirty girl.”
    She leaves in a flustered state and I get up to make my way to the bar for a drink.
     

Roxanne
    I finish up in the restroom. I swear I’m going to have to start wearing panty liners around this guy. I make my way out of my private bathroom and immediately see the FBI agent. This is just great. I know he is going to try and talk to me. Now that I’m aware he is FBI, I can’t help but wonder if he knows that I have been forced into my marriage with Antonio Wayne. A fleeting thought of telling him so I can escape goes through my mind but I’m not a rat and like I told Antonio Wayne, if I leave, it will be on my own terms.
    As soon as I think about talking to him to escape my plight, I remember that my best friend is in the hands of Antonio Wayne’s brother, Ricardo. He is a high-ranking Colombian official down in Guatemala and he has enough power to cause her major problems. I, of all people, know the laws in a third world country are subject to change with power and money; her captor, Ricardo, has both.
    “Hello, Roxanne,” he sheepishly says. “I came to see you.”
    His innocent act isn’t fooling me one damn bit. I also note that he is talking to me like he knows me. He’s trying to build a rapport.
     
    “Oh, how thoughtful, you’re trying to get me killed,” I state and roll my eyes for good measure.
    He laughs, “You’re funny, Roxanne.” He hands me his card and says, “I want you to call me. Hide this little card and call me if you ever need to talk to someone you can trust.”
    Never going to fucking happen.
    Though I have no intentions of calling the man my husband has dubbed FBI guy , I stick his card in my clutch and brush past him. As I come out of the hallway, I notice the bartender is whispering something to Antonio Wayne. I make my way to the booth and down a shot that’s sitting on the table. As I turn to go to the bar, Antonio nods his head, telling me to sit, and he directs the bartender to bring us more drinks.
    He sets two packages down on the table as the bartender sets our drinks down.
    “I brought you a present and here you are trapped in the hallway with a man again? Did your secret admirer give you his phone number?”
    “No,” I lie.
    “Tsk, tsk, no opening your presents until you tell me the truth. You are such a liar,” he says. “I’m giving you one more chance.” He stares at me intently as I debate what to do. “Tick, tock, tick, tock,” he taunts. He observes my eyes as they reflexively dart towards my clutch. “What’s it going to be, Roxanne?”
    “Yes,” I mumble.
    He raises his brow and eyes me, “Excuse me, I didn’t hear you.” He heard me. He is just being an ass.
    “You heard me, Antonio,” I growl.
    He grabs my clutch, snickering as he removes the card.
    “I’m jealous,” he growls as he roughly squeezes my leg, almost causing me to scream out. I bite my lip and shake my head trying to ward off the pain.
    “You know what, Tony? If you can have more than one lover, then so can I.” I will regret making that statement…
    Fuck! Why did I say that? I know for a fact he hasn’t been with any of his women since he married me. Am I jealous? Am I lashing out because of