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Men in black masks jump out of the vans, rushing toward me. I yell, but my voice is cut off as a gloved hand clamps down on me from behind. I’m yanked off my feet and carried toward the nearest van.
No amount of kicking does anything to sway the mass of men carrying me. I’ve lost all control, totally helpless as I’m carried away from my car.
Once we’re inside the van, the door slides shut, sealing me into what could very well be my tomb. It’s already dark inside, but it goes pitch black as a bag is placed over my head. I’m able to scream again, but it’s drowned out by the engine as the van speeds away.
“Hands behind her back. All together. Yes, like this,” a deep voice grunts as I’m pulled in all directions. “Put her legs together. No running.”
I kick one of my legs out, making contact with what feels like a man’s chest.
“Fucking bitch,” he growls.
“Hey,” another one of them barks. “Watch your fucking mouth!”
I kick my leg out again, but he grabs it this time, binding me in rope so tight that my bones ache.
“Calm down or this is going to be a lot worse for you.”
I didn’t think it could get worse, honestly, but it’s probably better to save my energy for when I can actually do something. Right now, my arms and legs have been bound, and I can’t see a thing. The only useful sense I have left is my hearing, and the only thing that it’s telling me is I’m in terrible danger.
My mind flashes back to Pasha, at that wicked grin on his face as I was leaving, and I’m struck by the realization that he must have something to do with this. A mafia boss stalks me, telling me he doesn’t want me working as a model, and then I’m kidnapped right as I’m about to start my shift…
I’m more than just a little suspicious, but that means nothing now that I’m a prisoner. The time to defend myself has passed, and I must ride this wave of terror until the end, whatever my fate may be.
I’m seated against the wall as the van rumbles onto the highway, the sound of the road drowning out the quiet conversation the men inside are having. I pick out a few words, but I’m unable to piece what they’re saying together.
My fingers play with the frayed ends of the ropes that bind my hands together, unable to find contentment in being still. I’m still high and having to sit in one place for so long is pure torture.
We’re on the road for what feels like a lifetime, but it’s probably less than half an hour.
Finally, the van leaves the highway, and we slow to a stop a few minutes later.
We’ve arrived, but where?
8
Pasha
Icheck my watch as the sun begins to set. It’s shaping up to be a beautiful evening, but it’s going to be even better once I have Valerie sitting across from me at the table.
Dinner, or perhaps a late lunch, for two. I’ve never been the type to hang around after eating, but tonight is different. We’re going to be spending it under the stars, and by the end of it, I’ll have put a baby inside of Valerie.
That’s the idea, anyway. I’m not sure if she’ll want to have anything to do with me after the way I brought her up here, but I simply couldn’t have her showing her body to people at work. She belongs to me now, and I’m not going to allow other men to ogle her like a piece of meat.
I check my watch again. They should be here already. I told them to bring her up immediately when they arrived, but they’re still not here.
I grit my teeth as I watch the second hand on my watch do a full rotation again. They should’ve called if they were going to be late. I really hate it when –
The hatch to the rooftop lounge opens, and three of my men escort a particularly huffy and annoyed Valerie to the table where I’m sitting. I stand up, smiling at her as she realizes who is responsible for her sudden change of plans.
I can see the hatred in her eyes, but it’s worth it just to be near her.
“I told you I’d give you the world,” I say, gesturing to the beautiful rooftop view of the city with my arms spread.
One of my men pulls out a chair for her, but she refuses to sit down. “Pasha, this isn’t funny.”
“I never intended it to be,” I reply, returning to my chair. “Please, be seated.”
She folds her arms over her chest, and I can see the marks where she was bound by ropes. Much too tight. Did they hurt my precious Valerie? That’s simply unacceptable. No wonder her mood has been soured.
