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“Oh. That was rude.” Delphina frowns. “Did you tell Papa?”
“No. Papa wouldn’t have cared.”
Delphina's expression turns sad as she rubs my arm. “Lina, I know you don’t want to marry Mario, but at least you will get away from Papa. Maybe Mario will treat you better than Pappa does.”
“Maybe.” I try to smile. I am not going to get my hopes up.
“I wish you didn’t have to live in Chicago. I will miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too. In fact, you are the only one I will miss.”
We hug. I fight back a sob. I am not going to cry. I am going to be strong. I must accept my fate.
“Well, it’s getting late, I am going to bed. Don’t stay up too late, Fina, you are getting married tomorrow! Delphina announces with excitement in her voice.
I smile and nod. Delphina goes to her bedroom. I take another sip of my champagne. It is getting warm. I contemplate getting up to get ice as I stare at a movie on the flat screen TV that I don’t really see. I put my feet on the coffee table and laid my head back on the couch. I hear a buzz coming from my leggings. I forgot I put my cellphone in the little pocket near the waistband. Who could be texting me this late at night?
I glance at my cellphone and notice a few text messages. Tapping on the message app, a smiling selfie of Mario immediately pops up. However, my eyes widen in disgust as I realize the message contains a picture of an erect dick. It's undoubtedly Mario's, and the accompanying text reads, "See how much I miss you, Princess!" Below the gross image, there's a video. I know I shouldn't, but curiosity gets the better of me, and I reluctantly play it.
The video shows Mario and a naked blonde woman, both smiling at the person recording. Suddenly, Mario forcefully grabs the back of the woman's neck, forcing her to her knees in front of him. He exposes his erect dick and she proceeds to give him a blow job, with him gripping her neck tightly. I can hear her gagging as he forcefully thrusts himself into her throat. Over the video's audio, I hear Mario's voice addressing me, saying, "Take notes, Princess, for our wedding night!"
The revulsion intensifies within me, and I have to fight the urge to hurl my phone across the room. Mario is nothing but a repulsive pig. I should block his number.
Before I power off my cellphone, another text notification appears, this time from an unknown number. The message reads, "This is Nikolai. Meet me outside in 10 minutes. Don't tell anyone. We need to talk."
My mind whirls with questions. What could Nikolai possibly want to discuss? Should I go and meet him? Taking another sip of champagne, I attempt to calm my frazzled nerves. However, I know deep down that I must go. Rising from my seat, I quickly change into a pair of heels and grab my phone, taking a deep breath before leaving the room.
With stealth, I maneuver past the lone bodyguard, who is engrossed in a video on his cellphone—I'm certain it's the same video Mario sent me. Disgusted, I make it to the elevator and press the button for the lobby. What does Nikolai want to talk about? At this point, it doesn't matter; I'm simply relieved to see him one last time. I step out of the hotel, my heart racing in my chest. The refreshing night air greets my face, and I inhale deeply, relishing the taste of freedom. A sleek black Range Rover SUV pulls up in front of the hotel, and I notice the rear passenger door opening. Nikolai leans out, his face beaming with a wide smile, motioning for me to join him. Without a moment's hesitation, I climb into the SUV and close the door behind me. Nikolai draws me close in the back seat, and a profound sense of relief and gratitude washes over me. In this moment, for the first time in weeks, I dare to believe that everything might just turn out alright.
Nikolai
As I sit in the back of my black SUV, anticipation courses through me as I observe Adalina exiting the hotel. There was no need for me to kidnap her; I knew she had caught feelings for me after the unforgettable night I popped her cherry. Through the expertise of my computer hacker, obtaining her cellphone number and sending her a text was effortless. She came willingly, without hesitation. Seeing her in person once again awakens makes my cock. She looks stunning, dressed in a beige sports bra and matching leggings that accentuate her curves flawlessly. Her long, black hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, adding to her allure. Fucking Hell!
As Adalina approaches the car, a smirk creeps onto my face. She remains oblivious to what awaits her. I open the door for her, and she enters without a second thought, unnoticed by anyone around. Our eyes meet, and I can sense her nervousness as she settles in beside me. I choose to ignore it, focusing solely on the thrill of the moment. With a signal to my driver, we speed off towards the compound, ready to embark on the next chapter of our twisted and dangerous relationship.
Once the door is closed, my driver accelerates towards the compound. Adalina surprises me by enveloping me in a hug. I remain motionless, taken aback—I'm not one for displays of affection.
"Oh, Nikolai, I thought I'd never see you again," she whispers, her face mere inches from mine. I detect the lingering scent of champagne on her breath. Too bad her celebration is over. Mine is just beginning.
I gently disentangle myself, grasping her shoulders to push her away, maintaining a neutral expression. Adalina appears confused and hurt. A devious smirk crosses my face. This is going to be enjoyable. I relish the prospect of inflicting pain upon her.
"What did you want to discuss with me?" she inquires.
"I simply needed to see you again, Adalina," I reply, buying time to determine my next move. Her expression softens as she gazes up at me, longing evident in her eyes.
"Really?" she asks, her tone filled with hope.
I nod, my mind racing with thoughts of when and how to administer the drug. It's a risky game, but I have a reputation to uphold and a plan to execute.
"Yes, Adalina. I couldn't get you out of my mind," I say, concealing my true intentions, biding my time for the opportune moment to drug her and inject the needle into her delicate neck.
"I've thought about you too, Nikolai." She leans into me, her body pressed against my chest, eyes closed as she nuzzles my neck. This is my chance. I quietly extract a hypodermic needle filled with ketamine from my pocket, intending to knock her out. With one hand cradling her neck, I swiftly slide the needle home.
As Adalina reaches for her neck, I can see the realization in her eyes as the drug takes hold. Her body goes limp against me, and I catch her before she falls over. I feel a sense of satisfaction that the beginning of my plan has worked.
Chapter 14
Nikolai
