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kidnapped had made me rather restless.
    "Do you want to watch another movie?"
    "Sure, maybe not horror this time."
    "I think I have one you'll like."
    He chuckled and moved back to the TV, slipping a new DVD in. Within moments "National Treasure 2" came on the screen. I squealed and tried to ignore that he knew this was one of my favorite movies. Probably from staring through my window at night while I watched it. In the past month I had watched it at least once a week; I had a thing for Nicolas Cage.
    "I'm going to ignore that you picked this movie based on your stalking antics, because I do love this and I won't let you ruin it for me." I stuck my tongue out but made sure my tone was playful, to keep from getting attacked again. But those lips… I quickly forced the thought out of my head and focused on the television, bouncing a little in my seat as it started up.
    I could see the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth, apparently amused by my childish behavior.
    "So, Michael. How long do you think I'm going to be here?" I tried to let this come out as nonchalantly as possible, hoping to get a straightforward answer.
    "Well. I plan on using you to make Genovese spend as much time, money, and manpower as possible. He has gone out of his way to consistently get you fired from jobs, and he’s always got eyes on your place. Do you know why, Brie? He keeps hoping that you'll realize your only option is him. I've heard the conversations, watched him order his men to go to your jobs, and put pressure on your employers until they let you go. Honestly, I’m sure Testa and Monte want to kill him.  I know just how much he wants you, and how do you stop a guy that never hears the word “no”? So, I'm going to use you to get to him, to get under his skin. And in the end, I will use you as bait, get him where I need him to be and I'll kill him." He shrugged, as if he had just said something as average as a grocery list to me.
    "You're gonna…WHAT?! YOU'RE USING ME AS BAIT AND THEN YOU'RE GONNA KILL HIM? AS IN MURDER?! YOU ARE NOT TYING ME TO A MURDER YOU LUNATIC!"
    I didn't even know what to think. Genovese was really doing all of this to force my hand? He thought that if he just kept getting me fired I'd what, lose all hope and decide being his mistress was the only way? What did he mean use me as bait? Was he gonna let that sick old man have sex with me? Was he going to make me watch the murder? And how do you just "kill" a guy like Genovese? I didn't know much about how this whole “mafia” bit worked but it was very alive in Philadelphia, and I had a feeling that he was going to end up getting both of us killed in the process.
    "Yes. You're going to be my bait, after I've made him want you to the point that he'll stop at nothing to have you, I will dangle you from the fishing line so to speak, and kill him when he goes for you. You have nothing to be scared of; my plan is rather fool proof. And after that, you're free."
    "Yeah—you're gonna kill some “boss”, that's had all of his …men or whatever tailing me around for a month. You're going to dangle me out like some damn prostitute for him, and then suddenly he's going to end up dead? But you think no one will come after me? You're out of your fucking mind." I quickly jumped up and ran towards the door, but he was faster.
    His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me rough against his form, knocking the air out of me easily. He growled a little as his other hand slid up into my hair, grabbing a handful of it. He pulled my head back hard, earning a whimper from me as his eyes found mine.
    "You really don't learn do you? How do I convince you that at this point—you are mine. You will do what I need you to do and you will stop fucking sassing me. You aren't going to escape here. Even if you managed to get out the door, the elevator is the only way up and it requires a code. The doors upstairs lock from the inside, and also require a code. Did you honestly think