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Or worse.
My mind slams up a wall, refusing to think of death.
A frown forms on the man’s forehead. “How are you affiliated with the bratva?”
My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “I’m not. I don’t even know what the bratva is.”
He tilts his head, his dark eyes staring at me until I fear that I’ll wet myself. “What’s your name?”
“Everleigh…Adams.”
“Never heard of you.” He glances at the man holding my arm and orders with a bored tone, “She’s worthless. Get rid of her.”
An eerie sensation ghosts over my skin, and a feeling I’ve never felt before rattles me to my core.
I’m not ready to die.
Honestly, I’m terrified of dying.
Maybe if I explain the situation that I just swapped clothes with Svetlana, he’ll let me go. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but something tells me not to divulge the information. Instead, I beg, “Please. Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone.”
The man gripping my arm says, “She was in the back seat with Alek. They looked cozy before we rammed into their vehicle. We could use her to break him.”
I almost divulge that I don’t know Alek but bite my bottom lip to keep from talking.
Riccardo again just stares at me, then asks, “What’s your relationship with Aleksandr Aslanhov?”
Lie!
“Ahhh…” I wet my lips again, my anxiety level through the roof. “I like him…love him! We…we’re dating.”
They will ask Alek, and if he tells them the truth, I’m good as dead.
At least I’m buying myself a couple of minutes.
“Take her back to the room.”
I’m manhandled, and when I’m shoved back into the small room, my eyes lock on Alek.
Instead of asking Alek to verify what I said, the door is locked again, and we’re left alone.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, goosebumps spreading over my body. I sink to my knees, and wrapping my arms around my middle, a horrible sob escapes me.
“What did they do?” Alek asks, his tone too calm for my frazzled mind to handle.
“T-they wanted t-t-to know who I am,” I sputter. I give Alek a pleading look. “I-I told them we’re dating. They were going to k-kill me. I panicked and lied. Please don’t tell them the truth.”
When I’m done rambling, Alek just stares at me.
“Please,” I beg again. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
When I start to cry, ugly sobs bursting from me, he says, “Calm down. I’m not telling them shit, so your secret is safe with me.”
Intense hope washes through me, and I feel dizzy from relief.
“T-thank you,” I whisper, uncontrollable sobs shuddering through me.
“It’s the least I can do for kidnapping you,” he mutters. He rests his head against the wall and closes his eyes.
