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Maybe we just chose to believe there’s justice for bad people. The wheel turns slowly, that’s what everyone says. I thought I was Karma for Mateo Catalan, but it seems I’m Karma for Ivan Volkov.
The last connection to my mother is lost.
The car stops, and I’m clumsily yanked out and forced to walk forward. At the very least, they tell me where the stairs are so I don’t trip that badly. The third time I do, though, two guards each take one of my arms and lift me as though I weigh nothing. Their fingers cut into my flesh as I’m lifted to wherever we’re going.
I’m set on my feet, and surprisingly, my hands are freed. I instantly yank the sack off my head to see the guards have left the room and shut the door.
I bang against the door, demanding for them to let me go. No one comes back. I look around the room and see various glass items. If they don’t want to abide by my demands, maybe they’ll care when I start destroying their shit.
I grab everything and break what I can. I pick one of the two chairs in the room and start slamming it against the window, but it’s reinforced, bullet, and shatterproof. I don’t even leave a mark.
I start throwing things around, especially at the window, shouting as I do.
I spin around as the door opens. I’m expecting Mateo Catalan to come in, guns raised, ready to beat me for destroying his place, but instead, another man stands in front of me.
The Irish Politician from the stage.
He stands there and looks at me disapprovingly before looking around. “Well, this is no good.”
Mateo walks in after him and smiles. “Killian, this is Anastasia. Your new purchase.”
“The guy who originally wanted me wasn’t Irish.” I don’t know why I point it out or why it matters. Maybe it’ll buy me some time.
“Someone was buying on my behalf so I could buy more without appearing to be clearing out the stock because I’m in someone’s favor.” Killian smirks. “I assure you, it was me betting on you the whole time.”
“He is your owner now. You best do what he wants because he’s not as generous as I am,” Mateo laughs and leaves the room.
“No man will ever dominate me.” I spit on the floor in front of Killian, and he raises an eyebrow. He regards me with cold rage. I’m used to fiery, burn-to-the-ground rage in the people I know—not this.
I can see he’s pissed, but his rage is not passionate.
He steps forward and backhands me so hard that I fly to the floor. I hold my stinging face and look up at him.
“You will do as you’re told, little princess, or you’ll regret it.” He clicks his fingers, and two guards enter the room.
They each take one of my arms, and although I try to pull myself away, it’s fruitless.
They drag me toward another room, and once in it, the guards leave me alone with Killian. He locks the room and turns to me.
“I can pay,” I say, trying to stay calm. “How much will my freedom cost me?”
Killian is bigger than he looks. When he steps forward, I see he’s fighting fit, if maybe a little out of practice.
“Your life or your father’s, that’s my price.”
I snort and shake my head. “I’ll die right now before I go anywhere with you. I will fight you until you get tired and kill me.”
Killian’s smile is so cold it sends shivers down my spine. “No. I don’t think so. I’m going to make you suffer. You think death is bad? Death is a welcome reprieve for those living in the best of circumstances. All debts, worries, and problems are gone when you die because you’re immediately unaccountable for anything. No, death is the nicest thing I could do to you, and I’m not a generous man. There are many, many things that are worse than death, and you’re going to experience every last one of them.”
I look into his eyes and swallow as he continues, “And I’ll send your father photos and videos of your raped, beaten, and mutilated body. Maybe I’ll even send him pieces of you to bury.”
He grabs me, and I don’t resist, scared of what he might do. He drags me to the bed, and that’s when my fight kicks back in. I try to pull away, but he yanks me toward him. He holds me inches from him. “I’ll fucking bite a chunk out of you, girl, don’t try me.”
He pushes me onto the bed and reaches above me. I close my eyes, expecting to be hit, but instead, he takes my arm, and I feel a metal cuff going around it. I open my eyes to see he is chaining my arms to the bed.
“You take a moment to stew. Have fun trying to picture the worst possible situations you can because those are incomparable to what I have planned for you.”
I watch him tuck the key into his pants pocket, and then he stands up. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon enough.”
