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“This is your chance,” I say softly. “You can stay here forever, or you can come with me.”
“Do you really want to marry me?”
I don’t answer. I only stare at her, thinking about that night. About the bloodstain on the sheets. About her moans. About my cum deep between her legs.
She reaches out and takes my hand.
“Good choice,” I say and lead her from the room. We walk down the walkway together and Zita gapes, her mouth hanging dumbly. I give her a long stare and hope she understand what it means: if she ever steps foot off Don Bastone’s territory, I’ll cut her throat. Siena flips Zita off as we walk down the stairs, and I should discipline her for that—she’ll need to learn to control herself at the Kremlin—but Zita deserves her ire, so I let it slide.
I open the passenger side door to my BMW. Siena pauses and looks back at the motel. A girl stands at the railing, young and pretty, wearing a tank top that barely covers her small breasts and a pair of cut-off jean shorts that hang in tatters. Mira, the one I met in the back room. She waves, and Siena waves back and blows a kiss.
I get in behind the wheel. Siena slips into the seat next to mine. She draws her knees to her chest and hugs them tight.
“Where to then?” she asks.
“Home,” I say.
Chapter10
Siena
Ishould be grateful.
Maxim saved my life. He pulled me out of that hellhole and offered me an entirely new start. I don’t know what my future holds, but at least it won’t end beneath some overweight stranger as he fucks me while he sweats and drools and grunts. I won’t have to sell my body and sleep with a stranger for the second time ever. I narrowly avoided a true nightmare, all because of him.
But he’s also the reason I was in that position at all.
If it weren’t for him, Zita never would have had leverage over me like that. She wouldn’t have been able to blackmail me if Maxim had only been able to stay away like I told him to.
He didn’t, all because he’s a self-centered bratva bastard.
Like everyone else in this miserable world, he only cares about himself and what he wants.
They’re all the same. Mafia, bratva, yakuza, whatever. They’re all entitled pricks that care about fucking, money, and violence, and nothing else. There’s no decency, no morality, no humanity left in their hearts.
Maxim’s the same.
He didn’t steal me from Zita and my father out of the goodness of his heart. I saw the look on his face and I knew what he was thinking.
I’m his toy. I’m his property. He fucked me first and claimed me—and he couldn’t stand the thought of me whoring myself out to other men.
It’s not about me at all.
It’s about his precious ego.
We don’t talk on the drive away from The Velvet Rope. I can’t think of anything good to say. Maybe I should thank him for dragging me from that hell, but I’m too emotionally wrecked to even begin to go there yet.
Tianna’s dead. I heard Papa say it, and even though I already suspected, the confirmation breaks my heart. I threw away my life and my world to save her life, and in the end, it didn’t matter. She got her petty revenge and my father put a bullet in her skull.
I want to cry. The tears are there, on the edge of my eyes, lodged in my throat, a stone in my gut, but I can’t bring myself to shed them. I’m all cried out like I’m dehydrated and ruined. I’m still wearing my whore clothes and I feel naked next to Maxim, and though he’s focused entirely on the road, I’m so vulnerable and unprotected.
His car glides through downtown Dallas. Big, steel skyscrapers loom over the Texan landscape. He steers into a parking structure sunk down beneath a residential building with red brick, lots of windows, and ancient-looking gargoyles perched above Gothic-style arches built on the corner of a rich neighborhood. He parks in a reserved space next to other expensive cars and kills the engine.
He doesn’t move. The parking structure is quiet and dark. Nearby, a lamp flickers, and humidity stains the walls a deep brown. He stares at his hands for a long moment before looking at me and frowning.
“We’ll have to get you some clothes,” he says.
I stare back at him—and burst out laughing.
