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In a matter of hours, I’ve gone from swapping clothes with Svetlana to being grabbed off the street to a car accident to being kidnapped.
It’s surreal.
God.
Panic flares hot through my chest, and a hysterical breakdown threatens to overwhelm me.
If I weren’t scared out of my mind, I’d actually appreciate how attractive Alek is. He has longish, dark brown hair, and strands fall over his forehead, making him look like one of the bad boys Mom always warned me about.
His eyes are brown with golden flecks giving me the impression he’s a jokester.
He’s not dressed in a suit like Svetlana’s other guards but is wearing black cargo pants, a black t-shirt, and boots.
There are tattoos on the back of his hands running all the way up his forearms, where I can see his veins snaking beneath his skin.
I have an overwhelming need to get to know him because he’s locked in this tiny room with me. Without him, I’d be alone, and that’s not something I can deal with right now. Honestly, I’m trying not to think about the fact that I’m in deep crap.
With anxiety tightening my voice, I ask, “How old are you?”
A frown forms on his forehead before he gives me a skeptical look. “Seriously? Do you understand how much trouble we’re in?”
Turning my head away from him, I look at my knees and wrap my arms tighter around my shins. “I just want to know who I’m stuck with.”
I want something to distract me from this horrible situation because thinking about the trouble I find myself in will make me lose my mind.
I should’ve gone back to the hotel.
I never should’ve entered the club and agreed to swap clothes with Svetlana.
If my parents were alive, none of this would’ve happened.
Alek lets out a sigh and leans back against the wall. “I’m twenty.”
My eyes dart to his face again. The bruises near his left eye and jaw are turning purple, but it doesn’t make him look any less attractive.
“I’m eighteen,” I whisper.
I’m only eighteen, and I’ve lost my parents. Now I’ve been kidnapped, and I’m stuck in a dingy room with a guy I don’t know.
My breathing speeds up, and there’s no stopping the wave of panic tearing through my insides.
A guy who kidnapped me.
Oh, God.
I duck my head, pinch my eyes shut, and bite my bottom lip as overwhelming anxiety and fear send shockwaves through my body.
What have I gotten myself into?
My breaths are coming so fast a strangling sound escapes me.
“Won’t help to panic,” Alek mutters as if being kidnapped is just another everyday thing for him. “It will piss them off, which means they’ll kill you first.”
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
