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“I want these assholes. Who would dare to do something like this? Who?”
He was pacing the floor. He could hear his men talking into their phones.
Mirnon came out of the room Aiden was in. His fists were bloody. “Myran Shaw was working with them, and Aiden said other men, he wasn’t sure who, but someone in the family, up top was part of this. Part of taking Annabella.”
He looked at Dante.
“I’m on it.”
Chapter Fourteen
Annabella was exhausted. She tried not to fall asleep but it was difficult. Especially now that this man had her tied up and sitting on the floor with her wrists attached to metal clamps in the wall. She was in some sort of basement or something. It smelled moldy, wet and every so often she could have sworn she heard screaming. She was never so scared in her life.
Two guards stood a few feet away and they were armed. Not that she could do anything against armed men but she was trying to stay alert, ready in case there was an opportunity to escape.
The metal door opened and she saw the figure of a man walking toward her. Her eye-lids were so damn heavy. That man from the SUV came into sight.
“Things are progressing nicely. Just need to entice my prey with a little bait.” He knelt down, grabbed her dress and ripped the material wide open.
She tried moving but he pulled on her ankle making her fall into an even worse position. The material of the dress no longer covered her body. The torn fabric fell against her sides, her elbows and all she had on were black lace panties and a matching bra that barely covered her breasts. She wore this for Ivan. For his eyes only. The tears fell from her eyes. She couldn’t speak with the rag once again in her mouth.
The evil bastard stood back up and took several pictures of her. “That ought to do it.” He said and then nodded to the men.
They came closer, ran hands against her skin as they undid her bindings. The second she was free she punched one guy in the face and the other in his gut. She went to run and the man who was running this show snagged her by her hair and she fell back, her head restrained in his arms, his mouth so close to her mouth.
“You’re a feisty one, a survivor I see.” He clenched his teeth. “Get her hands tied again.” He ordered and one of the men she struck yanked her arms back hard, making her spine ache and her shoulder blades burn in pain.
“Let’s move.” He said but as he released her one of the men shoved her hard and she fell to the ground and cut her chin. The other yanked her back up and smacked her in the back of the head. They got her to the SUV and they started traveling again. She didn’t know where.
She watched as the man who orchestrated everything pulled out a black bag. When she saw the items he pulled out, she thought he was maybe a junkie, or a rich guy with a bad habit as he filled a syringe with some drugs. At least that was what she thought they were.
“As a precaution. But first, I would like to introduce myself to you, considering that we’ll be spending a lot of time together.” He said and scooted closer.
“The name is Volkov Kolikov. I believe it was my father who ordered the hit on the storefront by your family’s storefront. The one that killed them all.”
Her eyes widened with shock and fear, then anger filled her heart.
“Ahh, yes, so you know the name. I assume your lover, Ivan informed you about his connection too. My brother killed his family as well. Ivan killed my brother Locca, and that is why we are here. You see I have not been able to come up with any way to hurt Ivan Sokolov so deeply, so terribly that he suffers for the rest of his life. Kind of like how my family and I have suffered since Ivan killed my father.”
Tears filled her eyes and he lifted the syringe and let some of the contents drip from the tip.
“We’re going on a bit of an adventure. At the end of your travels, when you’re beaten down, exhausted, ready to die, I will send pictures of you to Ivan, letting him see what his actions, what his power and control has led to. The torturing of his one and only lover, a woman he showed an interest and cared for. Someone of importance to him. Someone he would die for, kill for, mourn for and change him, weaken him, and ultimately destroy Ivan Sokolov. The connection to the two of you is existential. He should have died. You should have died. His parents died instead and yours did as well. You meet, fall in love and now I get to take that all away from him. Make him suffer a torture of magnitude I only fantasized about. So get ready, Miss Asiago. The adventure begins.” He raised the needle toward her and she fell back and tried to get away from him. He straddled her body and then stuck her in the neck with the syringe.
She cried not knowing what he gave her, what was going to happen to her, or how she could get free. She was going to die by this man’s hands. She just knew it. When she felt his palms caressing her body and then touching her, a new fear began to form. There were no rules, no laws for men like him. She started to shake, to plead for him to stop, when she heard his cell phone ring. He eased up, but didn’t keep away from her. Instead he pulled her close and caressed her bare thigh.
“Are we a go? Excellent.” He said and she felt her vision blur, then numbness overtake her body.
“The pictures went through? Does he know yet? Very good. Make sure the cameras and video are set up at the warehouse. We’ll be on the boat momentarily, and there in a few days.” He ended the call and his words sunk in. A warehouse, a boat, three days traveling, oh God where is he taking me? She felt like she might throw up, but then felt his hand on her cheek. “Don’t fight it. Just give in and get used to it. By the time we’re done, you’ll be so doped up you won’t even know what’s real or what’s fake.” He stroked her breast and she fell back onto the seat as darkness overtook her vision.
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Ivan looked at the computer screen. Another set of pictures and a video. She was melting away. Battered, bruised, and tied up like an animal. They kicked at her legs, her body. He could see how bloody her knuckles were, she must have fought back. He felt dead staring at it. Felt the anger, the sickness move through his veins.
“Ivan.” Dante walked into the room. He didn’t look toward him.
“We know who has her.” He looked at him and stood up.
“Volkov.” When Ivan heard the name he gripped the edge of the desk. Dante was there immediately, then Commerce, Mirnon, Rogan, Striker and the others.
