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I snort derisively.
“They were best friends,bratan,” I sneer. “You don’t think she knew what my wife was plotting in the shadows?”
Anton sighs. “Still. Selling her isn’t going to change anything,” he cautions me.
“It’ll make me richer.” I shrug nonchalantly.
Now it’s his turn to snort. “A drop in the pond compared to what you already have,” he reminds me. “Not to mention you’ll lose out on being able to take over the Castellanos empire. Something you’ve been working hard to gain for the last several years.
Turning my eyes from the screen, I gaze up at mySovietnik.My second in command. My best friend.
“I’ll make a contingent in the clause to whoever I sell her to,” I tell him coldly. I’m well aware he has a history with Vanya. As Ada’s former bodyguard, he spent a fair amount of time with her. I won’t have whatever misguided feelings he has toward her stand in my way. “I’ll get a portion of the Castellanos empire. They get the rest, plus Vanya. That way, I get what I want and rid myself of a pest at the same time. Win-win.”
“This is going to backfire on you,” he warns me.
I narrow my eyes at him. “I’ll take that under consideration.” Anton throws up his hands in mock surrender and slinks from the room with a shake of his head. The fucker’s disappointment still lingers in the room like a bad smell.
Rewinding the footage, I creep through the past couple of hours while I was away. I’d left her alone for a large portion of the day to see what she would do. Vanya didn’t disappoint. She spent a large portion of her time searching for a way to escape. Not that she will ever find one. The rest of the footage is a bore fest. She picks at the food she’s brought, cries some, sleeps some, and then rinses and repeats until I arrive.
Shaking my head, I swipe away from the feed and focus on what I had come in here for. It takes very little time to log in to my account on the Hades Market. This will be the first time I’ve ever put anything up to be sold. It is no doubt going to stir up gossip in the underground. There is one thing the Sovereign Brotherhood doesn’t deal in and that is flesh.
But desperate times call for desperate measures.
Nine
At some point last night, during all the sobbing and wallowing, I fell asleep. It was surprisingly blissful considering the situation I find myself in. Locked in an overly luxurious room with nothing but a sheet and no way to escape.
I shiver, goosebumps trailing up my skin as I remember what it felt like to have Adrian’s eyes on my naked body, his fingers between…
Nope.
Nope.
Hell fucking nope.
That is a yellow brick road I will not be following anytime soon. Never, in fact. Over my dead body, which at the moment is preferable to what he has planned for me. He should have just let me die because the moment he hands me off, I’m done. There is no way in hell I’m going to be some pervert’s sex slave.
Hell sounds like a much better place and I have no problem traveling there.
No matter the cost.
The door opens without a knock. I scramble up against the headboard, making sure the sheet fully covers me. There is not going to be a repeat of last night, that is for sure. I won’t let him manipulate me and use me for his own gain.
Instead of Adrian’s imposing form, one of the maids enters carrying a tray of food. She sets the tray down on the small table near the large window on the other side of the room and promptly leaves. I don’t bother trying the door, the click of the lock was nearly deafening in the silence that surrounds me.
My stomach rumbles as the smell of bacon, eggs, and fresh coffee reaches my senses. But I’m too nauseous to eat. I may have slept well, but the moment I woke, the knot in my stomach returned.
The fucker is going to sell me.
And I am powerless to do anything but let him.
I hate him. Adrian Volkov is more of a monster than I thought. And here I thought what my father and grandfather had told me about him was false. Slander. Even with the evidence against him, I thought… I don’t know what I thought.
Sighing, I roll flat on my back and stare up at the ceiling. At least he didn’t stick me in some rotting cell. It’s ironic how much he says he despises my family, yet he is just like them. Drugs, guns—sex trafficking. They are all men who make their money off the backs and suffering of others.
Pale light washes through the gauzy curtains of the large window that overlooks a small garden. It’s only seven in the morning, yet it feels as if I have been laying here all day. Today will be the same routine as the day before.
Hopefully without a visit from the devil himself.
