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Only my braveness has vanished and hidden somewhere deep, and those were the only words I could splutter.
“When?” His frozen voice incapacitates me. I take a deep breath.
“I thought you knew,” I lie.
I heard them argue yesterday, I know he thinks nothing ever happened between Sam and me. And nothing did, except unsaid love, unexpressed passion, and repressed emotions. That, and the kiss.
It’s harder than I thought to do this, especially when I see the heartbreak and betrayal in Lik’s eyes. He truly is in love with Sam, but I can’t let that ruin my chances of getting my revenge on Sam.
“I saidwhen,” he rasps with fury.
“The day the Volkov brothers took me.”
Nothing else comes from the man next to me. He takes his phone out of his pocket and puts it back into the middle console.
Nothing except the simplest yet coldest words. “Get out.”
Gone is the guy I thought I could control. I don’t know what I’ve just done, but Lik isn’t taking me to Vue Club tonight.
Kill is.
31
ROSE
Gimme Love– Rosenfeld
As soon as Lik and I pass the same security guard as yesterday, we go a different way. He walks me to a coat room. It’s a separate room with another door on the opposite wall. The lights are red, bathing the room in it. There’s a girl behind a counter and my eyes widen taking in what she’s wearing. Who knew my outfit would feel overdressed compared to hers. Topless and with only a thong made of fake diamonds, she approaches her counter.
“Good evening, Sir. How can I help you?”
“Kill for Semenov,” Lik simply says as he drops two wads of cash on the counter.
Her eyes dart to a list behind her counter and she nods.
“Of course, Sir.” She disappears at the back and returns with a sealed black leather pouch. “May I take her coat?” she asks in a crystal voice.
I take time to appreciate her as she rounds the counter. Her fake boobs are high and perky, and my mind wanders to lovely places. Her hips sway as she approaches me, and her light blue eyes don’t leave Lik. She doesn’t waver one bit in her sky-high stilettos, evidently used to walking with them.
She stops right in front of me, waiting for Lik’s approval. He walks to an armchair next to the counter and sits down. “Go on. And dress her too,” he says as he rearranges the golden cuffs on his shirt shaped like two Hamsa hands.
Dress her? My eyes go to the bag on the counter, but when I open my mouth to talk, his dangerous gaze digs so deep inside my eyes, so I shut it straight away. Goosebumps rise on my skin as the girl comes to stand behind me, wraps her arm around me, and undoes the coat, revealing me to Lik.
He slowly takes me in as she puts the coat away and she grabs the leather pouch. His eyes are fire and ice, wanting to light me up and cool me down simultaneously.
“What’s in the—”
“Quiet.” The simplicity of his word and calm voice contrasts with my nervous one. It sounds completely different from the Lik I’ve come to know. His usual expressive face is stone cold, his tense muscles making him look bigger than he usually does.
The girl comes back to me and unzips the pouch. She takes out two items I can’t quite make out, then she puts the pouch on a small three-legged table next to me. I thought this whole dressing me up thing was over since we left Sam’s.
I don’t like this. I feel naked and vulnerable, even if she’s more naked than I am. I’m the inexperienced one who has no idea what is meant to go on in this kind of place. Lik has turned into a king, sitting on his throne and waiting for the sacrificial virgin to give herself to him. I don’t want to be the sacrificial virgin, for fuck’s sake.
The girl I want to name Blondie for her wheat, shiny hair takes one of my arms in her hands, and the next thing I know, she’s wrapping my tattooed wrist into a leather cuff. She runs a thumb across the scar that doesn’t quite go all the way around my wrist and her eyes flick to mine. I don’t say anything since she’s not about to tellmeany clues. She secures the cuff and straightens the D-ring attached to it.
She repeats the same process with my other arm, including staring at the scar around my other wrist.
Mind your own fucking business.
