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The older man nodded at Dad, who grinned in response.
“Perfect, perfect,” my father said. “Then we’re still on for ten million?”
“Ten million works,” the older man said in heavily accented English.
“Wait,” said the younger. “I want to check her mouth, make sure she has no issues with her teeth.”
He stepped over, reaching for the gag.
“No!” Dad shouted. “Don’t!”
The younger man pulled the gag down, freeing my mouth.
I grinned.
“You want a virgin, huh?” I asked. “Then find another girl!” I switched over to Russian. “I’m the farthest thing from a virgin. And what’s more, I’m pregnant.”
The men regarded each other with wide eyes.
“Is this true, Charles?” the older man asked.
“This changes everything, if so,” said the younger.
Dad shot daggers at me. For a moment, I worried he might kill me on the spot.
“You little bitch!” Dad lunged toward me, grabbing me by the throat and shoving my chair over. I fell to the ground just as theboomof a door being kicked in sounded out. My head slammed hard into the ground, and everything went black.
Chapter 32
Logan
“Get your fucking hands up!”
I pointed my gun at Charles, then the armed guard. Emily was on the ground, a dazed expression on her face. I’d watched her fall when I’d burst into the place, hitting her head on the ground. Fury exploded through me.
I put the thought aside as I turned my attention to the scene. Roberto was at my side, his gun drawn. Charles stood over Emily, the guard behind her, a pair of rich-looking men standing off to the side.
“What the hell is going on here?” I asked.
The younger of the two men narrowed his eyes at me.
“We were supposed to be conducting a business deal,” he said, his voice heavily accented.
“What is this, Charles?” the older man asked. “Why is Logan Stone here, pointing a gun at me and my son?”
“He’s not going to be around for much longer,” Charles said, a tinge of worry in his voice. “Now, let’s talk about this deal. I know she’s not what you expected, but maybe we can work with that. How about five million? Five million and you take her right now?”
It didn’t take a genius to realize what I’d walked in on. Charles was trying to sell his daughter as quickly as possible, to put this whole situation behind him. We’d made it just in time.
The older man and his son shared a look, speaking a few quick words to one another in Russian.
“The deal is off, Marone,” the older man said. “Keep your damaged goods.”
He nodded to his son, and without another word, the pair began to leave.
“Let them go,” Roberto said in a quiet voice, as if understanding my dilemma. “We have who we came for.”
Charles’s guard stood with his gun pointed at us, Charles himself reaching quickly into his suit jacket and withdrawing a gun of his own. He clicked off the safety, then pointed the gun down at Emily.
