Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Another punch in his pathetic ugly face. “Do you know how fucking hard it is to get in the shower after a long ass day, when you could be doing something better instead? Maybe in bed sleeping.”
This time I landed a punch on his ribs. “Or better yet, eating an appetizer, breakfast, lunch and dinner. Also known as pussy.”
“Seriously?” Yegor wheezed from behind me. “At this time?”
“Italian pussy. Blonde pussy. Red pussy. Black pussy. Russian pussy. Hell, give me any pussy and I will be a happy man,” I growled.
“Are you going through pussy withdrawal?” My man laughed.
“Also known as pussy starvation,” I mumbled back before breaking my captor’s face again.
I had never gone this long without sex. For the past few weeks, my dick has only known my hand. Poor guy was about to call it quits on me and probably shrink a few inches as my punishment.
At the thought of pussy, Valerie’s face flashed before my eyes.
I shook my head to clear my throat. Now was not the time to think of my beautiful nun.
I turned my attention to the bloodied man—the only one left in this attack. “Who sent you?”
He gurgled something and then spat blood out with two broken teeth. Tsk tsk. Poor baby.
“…Carlos…”
I barely heard the name through his vicious coughing, but then he said it again. And this time, my body went cold.
Well, shit.
“Why?” I snarled into his face.
He smiled—and then brought his hand up. The moment was quick and I couldn’t stop him. He placed the pill between his lips and bit down.
I reacted before he could take his last breath. Taking my gun, I shot him. Right between his eyes.
“I own your fucking death.”
I stood over the dead body and gave Yegor a look. “Valentin doesn’t need to know about this.”
He nodded silently and limped away to inspect the mess.
Carlos knew. He fucking knew the truth.
I rolled my neck from left to right and took a deep breath. This was the moment where I wished I had taken those drugs from Abram. I needed the strongest shit to get over this.
Taking my phone out of my pocket, I went to make a call—someone to clean this up. Instead my attention was diverted to something else—or someone else.
A paper fell out from my pocket. I picked it up and stared at the beautiful penmanship.
I couldn’t help it. A small smile curved up my lips as I read the words.
You don’t scare me.
Valerie’s words.
She wrote it down when we were speaking. After she fell asleep, I stole the paper.
Valerie was everywhere—consuming me. Every fucking waking hour. In my thoughts. In my dreams. She was deep under my skin.
It has been three weeks since our kiss in her bedroom. Three weeks since we both fell into this trap and didn’t do anything to escape from it.
We kept falling deeper—until there was no fucking escape.
Taking a deep breath, I straightened up and placed the paper back into my pocket. Safe—like always.
I walked away from the dead bodies and smiled at the realization. I didn’t need any of those fucked up drugs.
Valerie was my drug.
“Time to see my girl.”
Chapter 27
Valerie
I walked out of the bathroom, braiding my hair at the same time. My feet stalled when I found Viktor in my room.
His back was to me while he faced the wide windows. His hands were clasped behind his back, his figure looking very intimidating.
His presence took over my room, a deadly, strong presence that made me shiver in both apprehension and anticipation. Viktor could be frightening. But he didn’t scare me like Valentin did.
Only because Viktor had proved he didn’t want to hurt me.
After our first kiss three weeks ago, Viktor and I have grown closer—closer than I could ever imagine. What I used to think and could only dream of…it slowly became my reality. He visited me almost every night.
When Valentin would come for me, those nights were filled with horror.
But the moment Viktor walked through the doors, my pain would vanish and he would cocoon me in his warmth.
His embrace kept me strong. His gentle kisses made me feel treasured. His soft looks made me feel beautiful—at the end of each night, he made my soul sing.
I thought in my dreams we were beautiful.
But I realized, in reality, together we were even more beautiful.
Viktor turned around to face me, his back now to the dark night. The lights were off too, only the nightlamp casting a glow around the room. His face was visible in the small soft light.
He appeared darker and meaner. More vicious. Dangerous. His face was expressionless, barely a smile there.
His eyes bored into mine, fixing me onto the stop. I couldn’t move. Viktor walked toward me, stealthily. Almost like he was tracking his prey in the dark.
I licked my lips before biting down nervously. He stopped in front of me; we were less than an inch apart. Our bodies were so close together.