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Silent tears ran down her face as the reality of the situation hit her for the first time. Even what he did that afternoon didn’t have her as scared as she was. Her first thought was that she was going to be raped . . . but while that ran through her head, she feared it was the humiliation of having Mikhail watch
that would be worse. Konstantine wanted that though—he wanted Mikhail to know just exactly who she belonged to, and he’d go to any length to prove that.
Mikhail looked wild and ready to kill as she stared into his eyes while his father pressed his arousal between her legs. Her stomach wanted to revolt but if either of them were going to get out of the situation in one piece then she needed to accept him. She refused to scream. If that was what he wanted then she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. There was nothing that she could do about her tears that constantly trickled down her cheeks, falling onto the black marble table beneath.
“You touch her,” Mikhail spat, “I will kill you.”
His father stilled behind her as Mikhail’s gaze dipped. He looked like a bull ready to charge.
What has he done?
“So, you show your hand, hmm? I didn’t expect that of you.” Konstantine moved his hips away and splayed a hand over her bottom, his fingers dipped between her thighs. He leaned all the way over her, his chest against her back. She froze. He whispered, “I will take you tonight,” he hissed in her ear. “Without an audience.” He straightened, pulling her with him. “The rest of your body is for me only . . . I’ll make sure that Mikhail is nowhere near you.” He smirked at Mikhail who looked like he was about to kill his father the minute he was free. “Or I should say that Dimitri and Sergei will make sure Mikhail is nowhere close.”
He said something so quickly in Russian that she was left guessing as he dragged her from the room. Her last glance at Mikhail had him looking wild and desperate before the door slammed closed between them.
Now she struggled.
She kicked him in the shin and found herself shoved up against a wall with his hand around her neck. “It will take one flick of my wrist to snap this pretty neck,” he hissed. “If you want Mikhail to live to see tomorrow then you’ll do exactly as I say.”
He shoved her in front of him before he got annoyed at how slowly she walked, so he took her arm and marched her upstairs and to her room.
Fear kicked her in the guts when he opened the door and shoved her inside. “I want you showered and naked on your bed. If you’re not then Mikhail will pay.” He inhaled and on a slow exhale, said, “I’m going to deal with my son. His treatment all depends on your cooperation.”
The door slammed shut and seconds later she heard the key in the lock as she became prisoner again to Konstantine and to her own emotions.
Chapter 10
Mikhail was carried outside over Sergei’s shoulder while he gritted his teeth from the pain he suffered. The order to get rid of him was loud and clear by his father.
He spit the blood from his mouth wondering how the hell he’d survived the beating that Dimitri and Sergei had dished out. He still wondered as Sergei dropped him like a sack of potatoes onto hard ground.
“You go back inside. I have this,” Dimitri growled, prowling closer.
“No way! The boss told us both to get rid of him. I’m going nowhere.” Sergei pulled out a gun and pointed it at his head.
“Blyad,” Dimitri cursed seconds before Sergei dropped to the floor a bullet between his eyes.
Mikhail’s eyes snapped to Dimitri who quickly crossed to him. He turned him over and before he could catch his breath, he emptied a bucket of cold water over his face. “We have no time. You have to get your girl and leave. I’ll distract your father.”
He blinked up at Dimitri while his mind tried to comprehend that the man appeared to be helping him once again.
“Hurry,” Dimitri urged. “I know it doesn’t make sense. We don’t have time for it too.” He pulled him to his feet and passed him Sergei’s gun. “Hugh waits through the forest behind your cabin with a truck. Everything is legal and it cannot be traced to any of us, and especially your father. But you need to hurry.” Dimitri ran toward the front of the house while he followed at a slower pace, diverting to the cellar.
He still had no clue about Dimitri and he wasn’t even sure how far he could trust the man. All of it could be a trap even though he was desperate to believe that he really was helping him get India free.
His father wasn’t as stupid as he’d like to think, which was why his father did the whole dominance show in the dinning room. His father had wanted him to know who was boss. That was proven, but now he was about to steal the woman whom he suspected his father would give anything for.
In the past his father had not given a shit who had seen the women half-dressed, naked, or even in the throes of passion. He’d wanted his men to watch although Mikhail had always refused. But his father hadn’t cared about the women as they’d been a means to an end for his pleasure. India was different. His father had kept her covered apart from her naked ass, which he had to admit was beautifully smooth. So perfect that just the thought got him moving.
The cellar wasn’t used like they used them in the movies as torture rooms. This one actually housed wine. Lots of wine. Vintage as well as the one he gave to casual dinner guests, unless of course he wanted to win them over. The three thousand dollar a bottle came out then.
Carefully revealing the door in the wall, he slipped through and onto the stairs and the secret corridor system that ran through the walls of the huge monstrosity that his father bought with blood money. He knew which way he was going to be bringing her out, and if he could he’d hurt his father in more ways than just taking India.
Hearing a scraping sound, he stopped in his tracks and listened, which was difficult. Blood rushed through his head as fear tightened in his gut. His body ached badly and as he moved at a slower pace to try and keep any noise to the minimum, he realized that Dimitri hadn’t hit him hard at all. It had looked like he had and his actions said that he was hitting him to kill, but he hadn’t.
It was all for show.
Why?
