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By the time, she finishes her chest is heaving, and she just stares at me, but I know that she’s not done. Marching toward me she grabs my arms and starts shaking me. “I won’t have you whore yourself out to him. You will not ruin this family because of this. I have a good thing going.”
“I’m not his whore, we belong together,” comes out of my mouth before I can stop it. Shit, why did I say that? Now she knows I have feelings for him. This is not good.
An evil look comes over her face and the worry I was feeling before deepens. Now I’m completely frightened. "You are fucking stupid, Ella. You will not see him again,” she says as she tightens her fingers on my arms, hard enough that I will have bruises.
“You won’t be able to keep us apart. He won’t let you,” I scream.
“Watch me,” she violently says as she pushes me back. The force from the push causes me to crash into the nightstand sitting behind me.
Damn it. That fucking hurt. My back is burning where I landed. I keep my head down taking in deep breaths, trying to stifle the pain that I’m feeling at the possibility of not seeing Mikhail and the physical pain that I feel in my back. But I refuse to cry or show any more emotion than I already have.
I hear her footsteps move away from me and I look up to brace myself. She looks back at me while bending down and grabbing my purse. “No. You can’t take my purse. I need my stuff to work tonight,” I say as I try to get up from the floor, stumbling with pain.
“You won’t be going to work tonight. Actually, you won’t be going anywhere. You will stay up here in your room until the next auction.”
I’m fucking dumbfounded. She thinks that she will put me in the auction. No fuck that. I won’t be like my step-sisters. Moving as fast as I can to the door, I lunge to grab her but don’t make it in time. She closes the door in my face. Grabbing the knob, I try to pull it open, but before I can, I hear the deafening click of the lock.
Banging on the door, I yell, “Let me out. You won’t get away with this.”
Tears start to stream down my face, but I continue to yell and scream hoping someone will let me out until my throat is raw. The fight leaves me. Crawling over to my bed, I climb in, look up at the ceiling, and cry.
How the hell did my life become like this? My thoughts drift to Mikhail, and my heart hurts so much with the idea of never seeing him again. She said he was the heir to the Bratva, and even though he didn’t say anything to me about it, I can feel in my bones that she isn’t lying.
Mikhail has a layer of danger underneath his charming smile. I saw it the first time I laid eyes on him, but I’ve had danger lurking in the background my whole life. His danger doesn’t scare me. If anyone should be worried, it should be my step-mother.
Mikhail told me that I belong to him and I’m going to trust in him. He will find me, help me get out of here, and then we will destroy my step-mother together.
seventeen
Mikhail
It’s been twenty four hours since I’ve seen or heard from Ella, and I feel sick to my stomach. I check my messages for the hundredth time, still no response.
I sent a text to Ella almost immediately after I left her last night. I re-read the text again just to make sure that I haven’t missed anything.
Me: Hey, baby girl, how are you?
Me: How was work?
Me: Ella why haven’t you responded, you should be off work by now.
Me: I’m worried, please answer me.
Me: Ella, you better answer me.
The last one I sent was about an hour ago… and nothing.
Me: I will be at your house at seven you better be ready.
I’ve never felt like this. I can feel it deep in my gut; something is wrong. Even though I haven’t known her for long, this feels out of character. I’ve been arguing with myself all day, going back and forth if I should go over there and confront her.
“Fuck it. I’m going over there,” I mutter under my breath.
When I pull up in front of her house, all the bad feelings I had earlier grow. I sit in my car for a few minutes, analyzing everything. It looks the same as it did yesterday. From the outside it's cute and homey, a normal looking house in a normal looking neighborhood. But right now, it feels a little bit more sinister, feeding that feeling that something is wrong.
The house is silent, no movement, no lights, nothing. Taking a deep breath, I walk up to the front door and knock, expecting Ella to answer. I'm surprised when a dark-haired woman who looks to be about the same age answers and damn, she looks slightly familiar. Where have I seen her before? “Hello, can I help you?” she asks, looking somewhat confused.
Clearing my throat, I make sure to keep my body relaxed. “Yes, I’m here for Ella.”
