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“What am I going to do with you?” His breath tickled my neck.
“Let me go,” I murmured, but that only gained me a wide tooth grin from him. The fucker was not going to let me go.
A knock at the door pulled him off of me and he stood, reaching forward to grab the front of my sweatshirt as he hauled me up.
I yelped, stumbling over my feet as he shoved me toward the door.
He reached past me, opening the door to reveal Kiril dressed in his all black uniform with sunken eyes. Someone’s been on the night shift.
“Let’s go, Miss Nirah.” He nodded for me to move and when I didn’t, Antonio’s hand found my nape as he pushed me into Kiril’s chest.
Before I could scold him, Kiril gripped the sides of both my arms and tossed me onto his shoulder.
“Hey!” I protested. “What are you—“
“Use any force necessary.” Was all Antonio said before his bedroom door shut and Kiril carried me down the hall.
“Put me down!” I banged my fists into his back, kicking my legs in the process.
“I cannot, Miss Nirah,” he said, both of his strong arms wrapping around the back of my mid thighs as he held me still.
“And don’t touch me!” I lifted my arm, allowing my elbow to come crashing on top of his head.
He hissed, stumbling back for a second and I grabbed his waist in fear of falling.
“Be still,” he seethed before hurriedly descending a staircase I didn’t recognise.
Where— my thoughts were interrupted when he dropped me on an old mattress in an eerily dark and cold room.
When my eyes landed on him he was already in the doorway, facing me, as he pulled the large steel door shut.
“No no, don’t lock—!” I jumped to my feet, lunging forward but I was too late. The door sealed with a click and my forehead dropped to the cold steel door. “Don’t lock me in here,” I breathed in defeat, allowing my tired arms to fall at my side but not pulling my head from the door.
My eyes squeezed shut, a tremor fighting to rush through my weak body.
“Please, don’t lock me in here,” I whispered aloud, but only the four stone walls could hear me.
* * *
“Morning sunshine.”
With daggers that could cut diamonds, I glared over at Antonio sitting behind the rectangular dining table.
The door of my personal prison was finally unlocked a few minutes ago and Kiril grabbed my upper arm, yanking me in the direction of the kitchen.
“Morning?” I slowly inched toward him, my fingers curling into trembling fists of rage. “You locked me in a room with no windows, no food, and no water for three days…” I trailed off, my eyes unblinking.
“You should be grateful it was only for three days.” I watched him lift his glass of water to his mouth.
With bared teeth and the uncontrollable tremor of my weak body, I could feel my stomach turning inside out.
“They didn’t feed me, Antonio.”
“My men don’t do well with people who try to kill their leader. I’m sure you can understand that.”
My eyes narrowed. I wouldn’t dare give him the satisfaction of assuming that he’d won. That he’d officially gotten under my skin. So, I lifted my chin, forcing my body to relax. “That’s all you got? Starving and isolating me?”
He leaned back in his seat, casually folding his arms over his chest. “You don’t look too good. Have a seat.” His head tilted to the empty seat in front of them.
