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I fold my arms over my chest and smirk. “Try and find out,” I whisper close to his ear. His breath hitches. “The last man who wanted to do that ended up dead.” My words wake him, and he steps back, grinning. “Are you scared?” I ask, tipping my head to one side.
“Of a man who relies on pussy to breathe?” He scoffs. “I’m not scared, vor. I just don’t fuck tramps.”
I smile. “Really? I heard that’s what you specialise in. Ivan tells me you’re first in line to break the girls he traffics.” His expression darkens. “Isn’t that how you like your women? Scared, broken? Maybe that’s why I don’t do it for you, Maxim? Because I’m not scared of you.” He slaps me, and the sound rings out in the silent house. I hold my cheek but laugh. “It takes more than a pussy slap to make me scared.”
Maxim grabs me by the throat and slams me hard against the door frame. My head takes the brunt of it, and I go dizzy. “You want me to scare you, vor? Let me tell you a little story about the big bad man and the little lost girl. He used her to have a child, promising her a better life with lots of money and a house wherever she chose. Only it was a lie. Because the second she gave birth to his child, he passed her over to his men to dispose of. And dispose of her, they will. If you think this life is bad, in this big old house with Ivan, you’re wrong. Little girl, I will break you when it’s my turn to fuck you. I’ll watch the men go through you one after the other, and when you take your final breath, it will be my face you see.”
“Maxim?” I breathe a sigh of relief at the sound of Ivan’s voice. I give Maxim a smug smile as he releases me. “I’ll need the car at nine,” continues Ivan. Maxim turns away from me to address his boss.
“Of course. Security?”
“Yes. Several. I’m taking Grace with me.”
Maxim leaves, and I stare open-mouthed at Ivan. “That’s it?” I ask. “He pinned me up against the door by my throat.”
“Do not antagonise my men, Grace. They’re dangerous.”
I arch my brow. “He threatened me.”
“Sit. Let’s have breakfast without drama.”
“He said he’ll rape me until I die,” I yell angrily. “He slapped me around the face.”
Ivan takes my throat, just like Maxim, only he spins me towards the table and throws me down on top of it. The air leaves my lungs, and I try to loosen his grip to allow me to breathe. “You will not antagonise my men, Grace. Am I clear?” he growls. “This is not your home, and you are not safe here.” I feel myself slipping out of consciousness, and I release my hold on his hands. My legs stop kicking and I close my eyes. If this is my time, I’m glad.
Death can take me because I’m losing all hope of ever getting out of here alive.
Cold water hits my face, and I automatically take in a sharp breath. The water shoots up my nose and into my mouth, and before I can recover, another jug is thrown over me. I sit, gasping and spluttering. “Good to have you back. Now, join me for breakfast,” says Ivan coldly.
I wipe my hands over my face and glance around. I’m still sitting on the table, which is now covered in water. “Quickly,” he snaps.
I jump down and walk quickly to where Ivan is now sat at the head of the table. My chair beside him is already pulled out, so I lower into it. “I’m not very hungry,” I mutter, reeling from what just happened.
“You will eat, Grace. We have a big day.” His words from earlier return. He’s taking me somewhere.
He piles my plate with cinnamon bread and sausages. The smell alone repulses me, but if it’s one thing I’ve learned, Ivan hates wasted food.
“What do you have planned?” I ask, but he ignores me, reminding me we’re not allowed to speak while we eat. I pick at my food until he eventually clicks his fingers and Maria appears. He slides my plate towards her and indicates for her to take it away.
“We won’t need dinner this evening, Maria,” he adds. He turns to me, placing a finger under my chin and gently tipping my head back to examine my face. “Your cheek is bruised,” he points out. “Cover it.” I nod, not trusting myself to respond. He presses his thumb over my cheek bone, and I wince. “Maria,” he calls, “get me some ice.”
I pull my chin from his grip. “I’m fine.”
Maria returns with a bag of ice, and Ivan takes it when I don’t. “Thank you, Maria,” he mutters. When she’s gone, he tries to press it to my cheek, but I fight him, turning my head and smacking his hand away.
“You’re being childish,” he snaps, standing. He places his legs either side of mine, squeezing them together so I can’t move. He then takes my hair and tips my head back, placing the ice against my cheek. Tears fill my eyes, but I’m angry, not upset. “Maxim is dangerous,” he tells me again. “You should avoid him.”
A tear slips down my cheek. “Avoid him? In a house I can’t leave?”
“Yes. If you piss him off, he’s unpredictable.”
“As are you,” I spit, taking the ice pack and moving away from him. He allows me to, watching as I take another seat farther away and pull my knees to my chest.
“Let’s not allow that to upset our day,” he says firmly. “Go and dress. We have plans.”
I dress quickly, my mind racing with plans to try and escape Ivan today. This will be the first time I’ve been outside the house since he took me all those months ago, and I’m excited. This could be the chance I’ve been waiting for.
Ivan comes to my room ten minutes later as I’m brushing my hair. He takes my chin and turns my head towards the light, checking I’ve covered my bruise.
