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All I can do is stare at the guy who’s way too calm in the nightmare we find ourselves in.
Chapter 5
Alek
It’s getting hard to tell how much time has passed since Prodi paid us a visit.
I was caught off guard that Prodi was the one who ambushed us instead of Ivanov.
Riccardo Prodi is the eldest son of Ignasio Prodi, who’s been loyal to the mafia all his life. It’s no secret the Prodi family isn’t happy about the ties between the mafia and bratva, but I didn’t think they’d go this far.
The Italian is looking for shit to rain down on his head. Once Viktor, the head of the bratva, and Luca, the head of the mafia, hear of this, all hell will break loose.
The mafia is tied to the bratva through marriage, and from what I’ve heard, it’s a happy marriage. There’s also the fact that Viktor and Luca are close friends.
With Prodi taking us, he’s basically declaring war on the mafia and bratva.
I’d laugh my ass off if it weren’t for the shitty position I find myself in.
And then there’s the girl. She’s been quiet since I agreed to keep her secret. I’m actually impressed she came up with the lie that we’re dating. It won’t keep her alive for long, but she bought herself a day or two.
My eyes drift to where she’s pressed her body into the corner. Panic and fear still tighten her features. My gaze stops on her trembling hands.
She has pretty hands.
Every time I look at her, I’m struck by her beauty. Beautiful is the last thing you want to be when you’re kidnapped. There’s a good chance they might rape her before killing her.
I feel sorry for her, but there’s not much I can do.
“Did you see my brother?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
I keep staring at her until she finally turns her head and meets my eyes. She looks broken, and they haven’t even started with the torture.
Then again, she’s not from my world.
Suddenly I wish I could tell her she’ll be okay, but I can’t bring myself to lie to her.
“What’s your brother’s name?” she asks, her voice soft as if all her energy has been drained from her.
“Vincent.”
“And your last name is Aslanhov?” When I nod, she explains, “They gave me your full name.” She seems to think about something before she says, “We should get our story straight in case they ask about our relationship.” When I don’t say anything, she continues, “My last name is Adams. I’m from Ohio.” Her face threatens to crumble before she says, “My parents died a year ago.” She loses the battle, and a sob bursts from her. “There’s no one who will notice I’m missing.”
I’m hit by an intense wave of pity for the girl who seems to have the worst luck in the world.
“I have people already searching for us,” I say to make her feel a little better.
Whether they’ll get here in time is a whole different story.
Silence falls between us for a long while before Everleigh whispers, “Please tell me this is just a nightmare, and I’ll wake up soon.”
My gaze swings to her, and I shake my head. “I might be a criminal, but I never lie.”
A hollow-sounding sigh escapes her. Minutes later, she looks at me. “Why are you a criminal?”
I shrug, and figuring I have nothing better to do, I decide to answer her question. “I was born into the bratva. It wasn’t a choice.”
