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My fists clench as I stand.
Sin does not accept failure.
Chapter 40
Ginger
I’m sippingat a glass of water to keep the nausea at bay when I hear the sounds of the lock. Never letting my eyes leave the door, I put the cup down gently and close my eyes a moment to steel myself for what’s next.
When the door opens and Kris walks in wearing a button-down suit, I choke out a laugh at the sight. His lips thin at the outburst, and he slams the door behind him.
“What the fuck is that?” I laugh, pointing at the dark grey outfit, so unlike anything I’ve seen him wear. I’m used to army and tactical gear, or maybe jeans on a day off. How uncomfortable he looks with his broad shoulders stretched into that thing is fucking hilarious. Not that he looksbadso much as horribly out of place.
Kris is across the room in several large steps, his hand raised to me before I can react. The crack of his palm across my cheek echoes, and I feel the skin burn though I don’t raise a hand to it.
“Show some fucking respect,” he spits at me. Anger flows through me, so I only debate the wisdom of my next move for a moment.
“Ha-fucking-ha,” I reply as I sit up. “You look like a fucking—”
CRACK
I don’t see the fist coming down, but I feel it.
I hit the floor with a thud, the manacles yanking on my wrists as I try to hold my arms out to catch myself. My head swims with the hit, and I swallow back the bile rising in my throat.
Hands grab my hair, pulling up, and I scream, trying to bring my hands up to relieve the tension. Kris forces me to stand, not letting go his grip as he pulls my face toward him.
“Watch it, Galina,” he growls. “Don’t test my patience, not today.”
Despite my sincere desire to spit in his face, I see the seriousness in his face and frown.
“What the fuck are you doing? What’s today?” I manage, the look of resignation I see worrying me more than it should.
“Doing what I have to,” he replies, tossing me to the ground. He strides across the room to the full-length mirror, inspecting himself. My wrists and scalp are burning along with my cheek, but I don’t move to do anything about it, instead watching Krystof.
“Not bad,” he says to himself before turning back to me. He smiles, a fake but brilliant grin, before dropping the expression almost as if to say, ‘See? I can do this shit too.’
He walks back over to me, crouching down and letting a hand trail down my cheek which I’m sure is crimson at this point. His smile softens.
“Hannah will be here shortly with your breakfast. I won’t be back until tomorrow, so stay out of trouble.”
I bite at his hand caressing me, and he pulls back, clenching it into a fist with narrowed eyes. When our gazes meet, I see his desire to hit me again, but he surprises me when he scoffs and stands, not stopping until he’s standing at the door.
“Unless you really want to live the rest of your life here, I suggest you change your fucking attitude.”
The door slams shut behind him.
I guessit’s no more than an hour before I hear the sound of the lock once more. Hannah walks in, and a quick glance at the tray reveals yet another plate of eggs. I glare at her. Petty bitch. She smiles nastily and puts the tray on a table.
I’m about to open my mouth to comment when she pulls out a small bag from the purse on her arm, waving it in the air.
“I’d keep your nasty comments to yourself if you want this,” she tells me.
My body pulses with the urge to gut the bitch, but I have always been the good little diplomat when needed. I let the tension leave my posture, subtly adopting a more submissive pose. My head drops to my chest.
“You’re right,” I tell her with a sigh, keeping my eyes down. “Thank you for your help.”
Out of the top of my vision I see her smile and have to choke down a laugh of my own.
