“Say something, Yulian,” I growl, holding pointing the gun at his forehead. “I don’t want to kill my wife’s father, but so help me I will.”
Yulian’s paler than ever now, but his brow is furrowed down in anger.
“You fucking fool,” he snarls at me, “You’ve just killed my daughter! There are cameras!”
From above, I hear a sudden loudthump,and panicked running, as if whoever was up there was carrying out the execution was already starting.
I do my best to ignore the sudden pain in my heart, but damn it if it’s not making my worry spike.
“You can stop it,” I pant, taking a step toward him. “You can help me stop it.”
“I can’t!” Yulian shouted, putting his hands to his head.
I feel what little restraint I have left let loose, and I pull back the hammer to take my shot.
“No!”
Her voice has my finger freezing on the trigger, and I turn my head, my heart leaping as I see mydevochkastanding in the hallway.
Chapter Thirty-One
Annika
“God, you’re hot.”
I hear my sister’s voice in the hall, and my heartbeat spikes, and I know it’s time. A low chuckle answers my sister’s words.
“You don’t know I’m hot,” I faintly hear the man reply. “I’m wearing a mask.”
“That’s what makes you so hot, babe. The mask,” I hear Valya reply.
I slowly creep out of my bed and move toward the door. I hear a smallthumpjust as I crack my door open. Valya’s making eyes at the guard that’s now leaning against the hallway wall. Her hands are running over his arms and chest, and he’s completely distracted by it.
“You shouldn’t be flirting with me,” he murmurs. “The boss is going to be here soon. He catches you, he’ll kill you.”
“Mmm,” Valya moans, pressing her breasts to his chest as she bites her lower lip. “Why does that make me even hotter?”
I watch as she slides one of her hands down his chest and to his crotch, and the man lets out a growl as she flexes her fingers around him.
“Fuck, you’re bad,” he groans.
“Yeah,” Valya pants, her eyes darting quickly to me. “Show me how bad I am. Teach me a lesson.”
The masked man moves with a quickness, turning his back to my door as he goes in to kiss Valya, and that’s when I make my move. I burst through the door, using my pajama bottoms like a rope to wrap tight around his neck. His hands fly up to try to stop me, but Valya squeezes his crotch tight, making him go to his knees. Once he’s down, Valya knees him in the face, and he drops. The moment he’s face down on the ground I push my foot into his back, yanking tight on the pajama bottoms until his gasping and writhing stops.
“We’ve got to move,” Valya whispers, helping me up and pulling me into a tight hug. “He’s on his way, that means he’s not in front of the camera monitor. Kirill’s downstairs. We need to get you all out of here.”
I abandon my pajama pants and run with Valya toward the back steps.
“Who ishe, Valya?” I ask as we start to race down the steps.
“Pyotr,” Valya answers, and for a moment I freeze.
Pyotr?Kirill’s own brother?
A sound from downstairs has me moving again, and Valya and I make it to the kitchen. The moment I see Kirill I almost weep with relief- but then I see my father. My father, looking worse than ever, and at the barrel end of Kirill’s gun.
“No!” I scream, and both men look at me.
