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Nikolai's response only angers me further. "I think they do. You are very important. You are an 18-year-old New York mafia princess and a virgin, well, supposed virgin, who is supposed to marry one of the Outfit's bosses – Mario Alfonso, in an arranged marriage to keep the peace between the Outfit and New York. The Outfit wouldn't have arranged a marriage if you weren't important. A young bride's virginity is paramount to the groom in an arranged marriage. What better way to take revenge on Mario Alfonso than to take his young bride's virginity?" he says, and I spin around to face him, my fists clenched at my sides.
"No, I'm not! Just kill me and get it over with. I don't care anymore." The words spill out of my mouth, and I am surprised by the strength in my voice. I am no longer afraid of what Nikolai will do to me. If he kills me, at least I won't have to marry Mario. At least I'll be free.
Nikolai's cold response doesn't give me any comfort. "I am not going to kill you," he says, and I turn away from him in disgust. "When are you going to let me go?" I demand, my voice laced with anger and desperation. "Please, Nikolai, I can't take this anymore."
I bang on the cell door, screaming at the top of my lungs. "Let me go!"
"The jail cell is just a precaution. I will release you soon. You just have to do as I say," Nikolai replies.
I continue screaming, my voice filled with desperation.
"Shut the fuck up!" Nikolai steps closer to the bars, his eyes focused on me. He leans in, his gaze glinting with a dangerous intensity. "You're going to take some pictures with that ankle bracelet on, Adalina. And then, I'm going to send them to your fiancé and the Outfit. They'll know you're alive, and they'll give me what I want."
"Why do you need pictures of me?" I ask, my voice trembling.
"Proof of life," he grins, sending shivers down my spine. Who is this man that I gave my virginity to? Nikolai's grin fills me with fear and confusion.
I stare at him in disbelief. "You're using me as leverage?"
Nikolai nods. "Unfortunately, negotiations with the capos of the Outfit were futile. They refused to listen to reason and return the Bratva territory in Chicago. Kidnapping you became necessary to provide me with the leverage I need to secure what is rightfully mine. You are, as they say, collateral damage. As long as you remain alive and unharmed, the Outfit will be motivated to meet my demands."
I shake my head, struggling to comprehend the gravity of the situation. "And what happens after you get what you want? Will you just let me go?"
Nikolai remains silent, his expression unreadable.
A gulp escapes my throat as I grasp the severity of my predicament. "And if I choose not to be a part of this? If I refuse to cooperate?"
Nikolai steps closer, his gaze locked on mine. "Then you'll be of no further use to me. And I'll have no choice but to dispose of you."
I turn to face him, my eyes burning with defiance. "You may have taken my virginity, but you will never extinguish my spirit. I will never cooperate with you, no matter what you do to me."
Nikolai's response is chilling. "Do you see that device on your ankle?"
I glance down at the ankle monitor. "Yes, it's some kind of tracking device that prisoners wear."
Nikolai holds out his cellphone, showing me a video. It reveals the same ankle monitor being thrown beyond a gate, triggering an explosion upon crossing the threshold. He leans closer to the cell bars, his expression grave. "That's no ordinary ankle monitor, Adalina. It's rigged with plastic explosives that can be remotely detonated if you step beyond the perimeter of this compound. Trust me, it's not a bluff. It's a failsafe to ensure you don't escape or receive any rescue attempts from the Outfit."
A knot tightens in my stomach as the full weight of the situation sinks in. I am truly trapped here, at the mercy of Nikolai and his twisted plans. "You're insane," I whisper, instinctively stepping back from the bars.
Nikolai shrugs, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Perhaps I am. But I am also in control. I will do whatever it takes to achieve my goals."
His words hang heavily in the air, crushing any glimmer of hope I had left. I now understand that I am a prisoner in every sense of the word. My mind races, searching for a way out, but the harsh reality of my circumstances becomes undeniable. I am at Nikolai's mercy, and I have no knowledge of what he has in store for me.
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Adalina turns to face me, and I can't help but notice her beauty. It's a struggle to push aside inappropriate thoughts that surface in my mind. "Enough talking. I need a picture of you. Take off your clothes," I command.
"What?" she retorts, glaring at me while turning around. "I will not."
"Do you want me to hurt you? I say calmly, trying to conceal my lust. "I need a picture of you. The Bratva has a reputation for raping female captives, and I want to use that to my advantage. If I take a picture of you naked, the Outfit and your fiancé will think you're in danger of being raped. It will force them to cooperate with me." I just want them to think about what is in store for you if they do not give me what I want. The picture will keep them motivated.
I wait.
I can see the fear in her eyes, but she stands her ground. “No. I won’t,” she declares defiantly.
I lean closer to her. “If you don’t, I will come into your cell and do it myself,” I warn her. “I promise I won’t be as gentlemanly as I was the first time.”
Adalina freezes, still facing away from me. "I'm waiting," I inform her, my voice stern and unyielding.
