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One of them is still holding my shoulder while the other wants to kick my stomach again, but at the last moment I grab the first one by the collar and push into the second one. It makes them stumble into each other, and while they’re trying to regain their composure I kick the one closest to me in his back. He loses his footing from the impact, so I turn to the other man and, while he tries to catch my throat, kick him between his legs.
It hurts, doesn’t it?I wipe the blood running down my chin and chuckle—when I feel a grip on my shoulders.
“The game is over,” I hear a voice with a Russian accent right behind me, and I realize that I don’t hear Sasha and Misha anymore. Shit!
“Where are they?”
I try to look over my shoulder, but someone hits my back hard enough to make me drop to my knees, coughing blood. Goddamnit. That’s not good. I try to get up, but another man kicks me in the stomach, and I fall on my back. My vision blurs from pain, but it’s enough to see four of Yuriy’s men around me.
One of them crouches next to me, and I try to push myself up to kick him, but he grabs my hair in a fist and smirks into my face. “Sweet dreams, you fucking pig.”
The next moment, pain bursts at the back of my head, my vision darkens, and with a groan on my lips I think about Sasha and Misha. I have to protect them. I have to keep them safe. But pain bursts again—and this time, I fall into unconsciousness.
Chapter 14 - Sasha
"You, bastards! Let me go!" I keep thrashing and screaming at Boris, trying to free my hands from the ties. Misha is on the other side of him, following my example and trying to kick Boris with his knees while biting into the ropes on his wrists.
It still feels surreal. How could they just barge into our house like this? What was that nonsense that Yuriy came up with? They can’t just force us to divorce, not now. Not when I finally accepted my feelings and opened my heart to Louis. I want to stay!
But with my wrists tied, I can’t do much except for awkwardly elbow Boris and kick the passenger seat in front of me. “This is bullshit! What do you want from us?”
“Alexandra, please,” Yuriy says with an all too patronizing tone, looking at me over his shoulder. “I’m sure you don’t want to make me mad, so calm down and wait for instructions.”
“What instructions?” I kick the back of his seat again, growling in hopeless anger, and spit out, “I’m not gonna do anything for you.”
“I’m afraid you have no choice,” he murmurs with a smile on his lips, and I see him looking at the right mirror.
The next moment, the driver’s door opens, and Ivan gets into the seat. His breath is heavy, his shoulders are tense from the fight, and I immediately sit up. The last time I saw him, Ivan went back to the house to help the others keep Louis down, and I don’t like how long it took him to come back.
My heart flares up with worry and anger, and I look between him and Yuriy, mindlessly clenching my hands into fists. “Where’s Louis?”
“Have you done what I told you?” Yuriy asks at the same time, completely ignoring me, and Ivan nods and starts the car.
“Yes, boss.” He looks out the rear window, backing out of the parking spot, and I see that Yuriy’s other car is taking off as well. “The Messina is staying at home.”
Oh, no. No, no, no. I can hear Misha gasp, and my own heart freezes for a moment before exploding with fury.
“What do you mean?” I lean forward, trying to catch a glimpse of their faces, but Boris harshly pushes me back into the seat. It doesn’t matter. It’s not gonna stop me. “What did you do to him?”
“Yes, what did you do?” Misha repeats after me, and I glance at him.
I don’t want him to attract their attention or aggravate them in any way, but I can see in his pursed lips and serious frown that he’s as angry and worried as I am. He can’t just sit quietly when someone he likes is in danger, and I feel my heart swell with fondness. Yeah, that’s my boy.
“You’ll find out later,” Yuriy says, and for some reason the calm and careless tone of his voice makes something in me snap.
“No, I want to know now!”
I bounce forward over Boris’s knees and the transmission gearbox, hit Ivan’s forearm with both of my hands, and grab the wheel. I don’t really know what I’m trying to achieve—I’m clearly at a disadvantage here—but I can’t just sit here and watch them ruin my life. I have to do something!
So I turn the wheel from side to side, awkwardly leaning on it and fighting Ivan with my elbows, when I hear Yuriy sigh and say with clear irritation, “Boria.”
The next moment, Misha cries out in pain, and I startle and turn around. Boris is holding his arm with both hands, twisting his shoulder at a weird angle, and I see tears in Misha’s shut eyes. He tries to hold his scream back, but I see how much pain he’s in and immediately lunge at Boris.
But of course, it doesn’t take much for him to hold me back. Boris pushes me away with his elbow, grumbling curses under his breath, and twists Misha’s arm harder, making him cry and scream in pain. Son of a bitch!
“Are you sure you still want to test my patience?” Yuriy asks, as calm as ever, and I glare at him but obediently sit back in my place. “Good girl. Boria, let him go.”
Boris immediately obeys the command, and Misha whimpers and moves as far away from him as possible, looking at me with big eyes. My heart hurts and tightens with the urge to protect him, but I guess the best option is to sit still and wait for Yuriy’s instructions.
