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“Where are we going?” Vanya asks, her voice trembling, lower lip wobbling. She knows something isn’t right.
“I need to run an errand and then I am going to dinner,” I tell her, but it doesn’t ease the anxiety on her face. I’ve already filled Sasha in on what is about to go down. My men know I don’t normally deal in peddling flesh, but this mouse is the one exception I will make.
I chuckle inwardly at the thought of her coming face-to-face with her new owner. The man who was responsible for killing her entire family. It tickles me to think of how shocking the betrayal will be for her. Maybe he will keep her as a trophy. A testament to his power. He’ll most likely kill her if I’m being honest. He won’t need her around now that he has what he wants.
“Don’t…” It’s a soft plea from her lips when she realizes where we are. It’s a small empty parking lot at the edge of the Strip. Neutral territory for handoffs like these. The entire area is monitored with CCTV, so if someone betrays another, it’s caught on camera.
Too bad those cameras aren’t working tonight.
I curse when Vanya’s open palm connects with my face. I allow the blow, a small parting gift before I hand her over. When she goes for another, her claws bared this time, I snatch her wrist and yank her toward me.
“Come now, little mouse,” I smirk as I pull her against me until my lips are at her ear. “Have you forgotten your use here? You are nothing more than a bargaining chip. A whore on her knees for her master.”
“You can’t—” she stutters, her voice pitching. “Please, this isn’t you.”
The corner of my mouth turns up in a sneer. “Isn’t me?” I snarl as the car comes to a stop. “You don’t know me, Vanya. You never have and you never will. Keep that in mind.”
Sasha steps out of the car and opens Vanya’s door. She screams at me as he drags her from her seat. In a few smooth motions, he has her arms zip-tied behind her before then dragging her along in front of him.
There is a fire in her eyes despite her sudden stillness. She grimaces when she moves her arms. The ties are no doubt cutting into her delicate skin. She’s plotting my death all right. It’s her quiet moments that give me pause. Sure, she blusters and curses up a storm when she’s mad, but in her quiet moments, I can see the gears turning.
I’m not the only one strategizing.
Too bad for her it won’t matter what she comes up with.
She’s done for.
An SUV is parked a few feet away. The doors open to reveal the man who paid top dollar to have Vanya as his whore.
Peter Spiridakos.
He’s wearing an Armani-tailored gray suit, his oily hair slicked back to hide how it’s thinning. The pretentious fucker is wearing an ascot of all things. Ignoring Vanya’s sudden expletive outburst from behind, I smirk as Peter and his three brothers approach, eyes hard.
“You don’t look so happy to see me,ómorfi arravaniastikiá mou,” he smiles at her, his eyes glinting maliciously as they roam over the too-small dress I draped her in. Vanya curses at him in Greek as she fights against Sasha. Not that she will be able to move him. He has one arm firmly around her middle and a hand wrapped around her throat.
“I’m not your beautiful anything youáthlio skylos.”
I can’t help but chuckle at her calling him a wretched dog. She isn’t wrong. Peter Spiridakos is the scum of the earth, just like her father. He sells in human flesh. Women, children, men. He doesn’t discriminate about age or where they come from. As long as he can make a profit. Most of the families don’t agree with the sex trade. The only reason Castellanos was allowed to remain amongst the five families was because of his power and influence in Vegas.
“Careful, Vanya,” he snarls at being called a dog. “I can easily remove that tongue when we get home.”
“I’d rather slit my wrists,” she hisses back at him. This is beginning to become a headache. Sighing, I tilt my head toward Sasha who nods and places the hand around Vanya’s throat over her mouth. She screams obscenities from behind his palm and kicks out at the bear of a man in outrage.
There’s that fire I love so much.
Not love.It just makes my dick hard.
“Are we going to do this, Volkov?” Peter huffs impatiently, tapping his foot. I fight the urge to shoot it. He thinks he can dictate my time. Fucker has no clue what I am capable of. “Everything’s been signed and delivered. Five million for the girl and the deeds to the Castellanos’s properties you wanted. They won’t go into effect until I’ve married the littletsoúla. But it’s all been signed and notarized.”
I don’t have time to analyze why my jaw clenches hearing him call her a slut.
“Good.” I smile at him but it’s predatory. “I’m glad we were able to do business together.”
I turn, giving him my back as I approach my little mouse. Her eyes are hard, fire burning in them, ready to consume me. She’s no longer fighting Sasha, but the daggers she is sending my way could pierce skin.
“Except—” I stop a few inches away from her and turn back toward Peter. “I’ve changed the conditions of my sale.”
A flash of anger passes over his face, his fists tightening at his sides.
