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“I don’t want answers from you, Akim. The time for that was over the second you put your hands on my woman. Do you know what I do to people who hurt what is mine?”
He’s sagging between two of my men, balancing on his one good leg. “I thought you didn’t want answers from me?”
Faster than he can blink, I shoot him in the other kneecap. He lets out a scream before he can stifle it.
“The last man who touched Luna is nothing more than a pile of spongy bones decomposing in a barrel of acid. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for his fate.”
Akim holds my gaze, but his face is pale.
I wave at Isay. “Get him out of here. I’ll deal with him later.”
Once I’ve saved Luna.
If I’m not already too late.
9
LUNA
My body is clenched tight, so the man has to wrestle to part my legs. I give him as much resistance as I can, but I’m weak and malnourished and pregnant and he’s none of those things.
When he wins the first struggle, he reaches for the waistband of my underwear. It’s the only piece of clothing I have left. The last barrier between us.
I squeeze my eyes closed and drift away. I try to slip back into one of my earlier dreams. Me and Yakov curled up on the couch in his living room, Gregory purring on my lap. I’m so focused on the dream that I can feel the vibration of Gregory’s purrs. I can hear the rumble of it.
Or, wait—no…
I open my eyes to see that the man isn’t looking at me anymore. He’s frowning, eyes unfocused as he listens to…
Gunshots.
That kind of violence could be normal for these people. Maybe there’s in-fighting all the time. What’s one more dead body on any of their consciences? Not that they have any in the first place.
But I can’t help hoping it’s Yakov.
Akim must have paid for the best soundproofing money could buy. Whatever is happening downstairs sounds muffled, but it’s rattling the bars of my cell.
“What the fuck?” the man on top of me mumbles.
Then the chaos suddenly explodes into the hallway outside my cell.
Men are shouting somewhere far below us. Just the echoes are loud enough to make me cover my ears. Then footsteps. Massive, pounding steps getting closer with every second.
The man on top of me scrambles to get off the bed and stand up, but he isn’t fast enough. He’s still kneeling between my spread legs, grappling with the zipper of his pants, when a shadow falls across the doorway.
I feel him before I see him.
Maybe it’s because I’m dehydrated and half-delirious, but I swear the newcomer glows. There’s a bright light shimmering around his broad shoulders. Warmth radiates off of him. He’s like an avenging angel, all violent wrath and fearsome light.
“Yakov,” I breathe. It’s the first full breath I’ve taken in too long to even count. The first moment I’ve actually allowed myself to trust that he would come for me.
“Shit!” The man tries to clamber to his feet, but Yakov is already there.
“Get your hands off of her, you worthless piece of—” His last words are lost in the sound of the man’s skull shattering against the metal corner post of the bed frame.
When the rapist showed up outside of my cell, I thought he was massive. But Yakov throws him around like he’s nothing.
I crawl to the corner of the mattress and curl my body in tightly. I don’t want to get in his way.
