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I press the point of my knife to her arm, making a small incision. I squeeze the area until the implant pops out the hole, and I smile. “Removing this,” I say, guiding it out.
“You’re actually fucking insane,” she screams.
“What is it?” asks Maxim, letting go of her arms.
“The implant.” I discard it in the trash bin and release her legs. She kicks out, catching my shin, and I hiss. She doesn’t even have shoes on, so it must hurt her more than me. But I slap her hard, an instant reaction to her display of disrespect in front of one of my men. She cries out, gripping her cheek and lowering her head. “Now, she can get pregnant.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
GRACE
I’m angry. Raging, in fact. Why the fuck did I open my mouth and tell him I had the implant?
Maxim leaves and returns with a first aid kit, which he hands to me. Once he’s gone again, Ivan orders me to patch my wound. “Are you ready to talk about this?” he asks.
“I hate you,” I whisper, pulling out an antiseptic wipe and ripping it open. I spit the top part onto the floor, and Ivan narrows his eyes.
“I don’t need you to like me, Grace.”
“Just meet someone else and have a child together. Children should be born into love.”
He rolls his eyes. “My child will be loved.”
“But not by its mother?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t want a relationship, but I need a child.”
“What for?”
“Are we in agreement or not?” he snaps.
“I have a right to ask,” I argue.
“It doesn’t matter how many times I choke you, hit you, lock you away, you’re never going to learn to stop with the questions and just accept your fate, are you?”
“Never. You’ll have to kill me for that to happen.”
He arches a brow. “It can be arranged. I have other women I could use for this.”
“Then why am I here? I’ll tell you why,” I hiss, “because you like me. You just don’t want to admit it. Do I look like her, Ivan?” His features harden. “Do I fuck like her?” He clenches his teeth. “It’s sick, yah know.” He rests against his desk in front of me, trying to play it calm, though I can see he’s angry. I have no choice but to antagonise him. He needs to hate me so he’ll forget this ridiculous idea. “She’s gone. Making women dress like her and smell like her is just fucked-up. You need serious medical help.”
It works. His hand dashes out and grabs me by the throat. It’s his favourite way to get control of me, but this time, it won’t work. I’m better off dead than stuck here.
He lifts me to stand. “You will learn to stop talking.”
“Cut out my tongue and I’ll still find a way.”
He sneers. “That’s a good idea.” He tightens his grip and my airway restricts. “You will agree to this, Grace. There’s no other option.”
“Death,” I whisper, my throat burning.
“Once you’ve given me what I want, I can send you there too, if you wish.” He shoves me away, and I stumble, landing hard on my backside.
“If I agree, will I spend my time locked in that room?”
“No.”
“You’ll let me be free?”
