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Kazimir falls quite easily into the role of doting husband as his lips trail down my neck. My stomach roils, and I think I’m going to be sick.
As the man walks past the hatch, he looks down at it but doesn’t bother probing further because I’m clearly a convincing actress. When he drags the ramp back onto his boat, he takes away my last chance at freedom.
“Good girl,” Kazimir whispers into my ear, waving at the man who starts his boat and leaves me alone to deal with my lies. I watch with tears in my eyes as he sails off.
The moment he’s out of sight, I shrug Kazimir off me and wipe my cheek and neck, wanting to erase his touch from my skin. He smirks in response. “I’ll reward you later…when everyone is asleep.” He accentuates his promise with a wink while I remain stoic, not wanting to clue him in on what I’m currently feeling inside.
Disgust. Hopelessness. Betrayal. That’s just a start to how I feel. But I will ensure my efforts don’t go unrewarded. “I can’t wait,” I reply, batting my eyelashes because I will make sure this bastard lowers his guard, allowing me to get to that radio.
That can wait because when Saint emerges, I have other matters to deal with. “Good, ?????.”
“We had a deal,” I reply, not interested in small talk. And neither is he.
“Yes, we did. Come on then.” He gestures with his head for me to follow.
I do.
I leave the two Russians up top as I follow Saint down the stairs. He casually takes a seat, indicating the floor is mine.
Given the option of knowing it all is suddenly daunting, and I begin to pace. How much do I want to know? He’s shared tiny scraps of information, all of which have left me with nightmares. But knowing he won’t give me this opportunity again, I quash down my fears.
“Why me?”
Saint rocks back in his seat, the air thick with tension. “You were chosen because of your looks. Because of your background.”
“Background?” I ask, confused.
He nods. “No one will miss you when you’re gone,” he explains while I stop pacing.
“My husband will!” I shout, annoyed that he believes he’s privy to what my relationship entails.
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he replies coolly, crossing his legs and resting his ankle against his knee.
“How dare you! You know nothing, nothing!” I shout, storming forward.
“Stop yelling and ask your questions.” He remains unmoved by my emotion.
“Where are we going?”
“Russia.”
Russia? I thought they smuggled peopleoutof Russia, not in.
His sharpness is hard to digest, but I continue. “Why?”
“You’ve been sold to Aleksei Popov.”
I blink once. There is so much wrong with that short sentence. “Sold?” I whisper because I’ve surely misheard him. But when he nods, I know that this is really happening. “Who is he?”
He takes his time, which scares me. “He’s one of the most powerful, most feared men in Russia. His specialty is drugs, guns, and money.” Now his nickname of Boss makes sense because it appears that’s what he literally is.
“Why does he want me?”
“Because he likes to collect pretty things.”
I flinch, turning my cheek, never feeling dirtier. “So I’m his…plaything?”
Saint’s shoulders rise and fall. “Yes.”
