Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“It’s useless,” I say in a quiet voice.
Rai startles before she looks up, weariness covering her expression.
“They injected us with something,” I continue. “I don’t know what it is, but it’s robbing me of energy.”
She attempts to stand up, only to fall back again with a resounding thud.
“Better save your energy, Miss.” I speak in my polite ‘male’ voice.
“Shit,” she heaves.
“Shit, indeed.”
She glimpses at me in that inquisitive way in which she watches everyone and everything. She’s known to be heartless, and while I don’t really like her due to the threat she poses to Kirill, I respect her no-bullshit personality.
She motions at my arm. “Did you lose a lot of blood?”
I look down to see what she’s talking about. In my overthinking about Kirill’s state, I actually forgot I was wounded. “No. This should be fine.”
“How did you end up here, too?”
“They took me in place of Boss.”
“Kirill?”
My lips start to tremble at the renewed thought of him getting hurt, but I clamp them shut. “Yes.”
“Why would they want to take Kirill?”
“I’m not sure. I just knew I had to protect him.”
She pauses, looking at me peculiarly for a second before a bright gleam covers her eyes. “We need to come up with a plan to escape.”
I nod. “Our best option is if one of us causes a diversion and the other escapes.”
“I will do it.”
“No. You’re the Pakhan’s grandniece. I’m disposable, so I’ll do it.”
“Even though you’re Kirill’s guard, you’re not disposable. None of our men are, even if you hate me.”
That catches me completely by surprise and I have to swallow a few times before I speak. “I don’t hate you.”
“Your boss does.”
“That’s because you’re threatening him, Miss.”
“Only to protect myself. I won’t cause any of you harm if you don’t cause me harm.”
“Does that mean you’re not…” I clear my throat. “You know, against his preferences?”
“Why would I be? They’re his preferences and no one’s opinion matters. As I said, I will only use his sexuality against him if he threatens me. I would rather not, but that’s the only thing I’ve got on him, considering how closed off he is. If you tell me something else…I can ditch it.”
“Nice try, Miss.” My lips twitch in a smile. This woman really deserves to be on the board and within the inner circle.
“Doesn’t hurt to try.” She mirrors my smile. “Let’s escape first, then we’ll talk.”
I attempt to come up with a way she can create a diversion. The pins keeping her French twist in place can help me in picking the lock—
The door is thrown open, hitting the wall with a bang. Rai and I both go still. As an unspoken agreement, we don’t attempt to escape. We need to preserve our energy for when we have a real chance.
Five muscular men with angular features waltz inside as if this is their show and this god-awful room is their stage. They’re wearing black leather jackets and pants, as if they’re part of an MC club.
A bald guy with a scar that slashes down his head to his eyelid—definitely their leader—heads in Rai’s direction with a sleazy look in his eyes.
“We should start with this one. You’ll scream for your uncle and husband, won’t you, kitten?” He has a thick accent that’s more East European than Russian.
Two of his men pounce on Rai, each grabbing her by an arm. She thrashes and kicks, but due to whatever drug they injected us with, she does little to no damage. They laugh at her, speaking among themselves in Albanian.
I jerk in her direction, kicking one in the shin but the other two men push me to my knees and one of them applies pressure on my injury. Pain explodes through my arm and I sink my teeth in my lower lip to stop the sound that’s attempting to escape.
“Get her on her knees,” the leader orders. “I want those lips around my cock.”
Shit.
The man pushes Rai into position, and one of them even adjusts his crotch like a pig.
The leader waltzes toward her while unbuttoning his pants, then he pulls out his short, thick dick and jams it against her pursed lips.
Rai glares up at him as if he’s nothing more than the dirt beneath her shoes.
His eyes bulge red and he motions at the men holding me. One of them drives his fist into my stomach and it feels like he’s rearranged my guts. A groan escapes me as I drop to the floor. Then the two assholes push me upright and the other one digs his fingers into my injury.
I grunt as it pulses with intense pain.
“For every second you don’t suck me off like a good whore, that girly faggot will be punched.” The leader speaks with sickening arrogance. “How long until he dies, I wonder?”
The men punch me again and again. Blood explodes from my mouth and I feel like vomiting my guts out.