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Tonight, we’re taking back what’s ours. Someone fucked with our family, and they’re going to pay with their lives.
And the man responsible for all this?
He’s going to pay with a lot more than just his life. I want blood and pain. I want my goddamn pound of flesh, and I’m damn well going to get it.
He hurt the woman I love.
I’m going to make damn sure he regrets that before he takes his last breath.
It’s time to take back what’s ours.
It’s time to bring Alina home.
Chapter 1
Alina
The dirty mattress in the corner taunts me. It’s cheap and thin and without sheets, but it’s way better than having my bare ass on the hard floor. Even after all this time, the temptation to crawl over and lay down on it is strong. I’m just smart enough now to not act on it. I’ve never been able to see any hidden cameras in the rooms he keeps me in, but he somehow always knows when I’ve disobeyed, and his punishments are never worth disobeying him. Even if I crawl over and relieve my ass for no more than five minutes, he’ll know, and he’ll make me pay.
Instead of giving my ass a momentary break, I wrap my arms around my legs and let my mind drift to what happened yesterday. Seeing Vitaly had awakened something inside me. My mind keeps playing tricks on me, trying to convince me that I dreamed him, but I know I didn’t. He was here, and he’d seen me. I don’t know how in the hell he found me, but he did, and he’d made it clear that my family was coming to get me.
My thoughts start to wander to Matvey, to the way my heart had nearly shattered when I thought he’d gotten married. The thought of him with another woman makes me feel like I’m going to be sick. I can’tthink about that now. I can’t think about anything except staying alive long enough for them to get me the fuck out of here, for them to get me away fromhim.
As if I’ve conjured the devil himself, I hear the door start to open. My body instinctively starts to shake. He may not have completely killed my mind yet, but he’s ruined my body in every conceivable way.
Konstantin walks into the room. He’s dressed in another expensive, black suit, looking deceivingly human, but he’s not fooling me. I know what he is. His blue eyes run over me, and I’m careful to not meet them—one of the many things that’s not allowed. I see his lips pull up in a smirk before he snaps his fingers, and just like that my body moves of its own accord. I get on all fours and crawl to him like the dog he’s forced me to become. His well-trained bitch, ready to heel at a moment’s notice.
I hate myself a little more with each step I take, and when I’m kneeling before him, I keep my head bowed until he roughly grabs my chin, forcing my face up to meet his. On the outside, Konstantin Lebedev looks perfect—a man any woman would be thrilled to catch the attention of, but I no longer see his good looks. I just see a monster.
“Such a good pet,” he murmurs, digging his thumb into my jaw to the point of pain. I keep my face neutral and a vacant stare in my eyes. It pleases him, so he lets out a soft laugh and releases the pressure the tiniest bit. I’m not so stupid to think it’s because he cares. I learned long ago that he never does anything to be nice. I don’t think he’s capable of kindness, not even the tiniest bit.
“We’re going out tonight.” His thumb runs over my jaw. “I’m going to show you off, and you’re going to do me proud, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” I force the words out, even though what I really want to do is spit in his goddamn face.
“But first we need to get you clean.” His fingers slide down my neck before he tightens them. “And then we’ll get you dirty again.”
I bite my tongue, stifling the scream that’s desperate to come out. He hasn’t touched me since Vitaly was here, and I’d been hoping thatmaybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t touch me again. I should’ve known better.
Fisting my hair, he drags me to the connecting bathroom and shoves me inside. Letting go, he leans a broad shoulder against the doorframe and says, “Get in the shower and clean yourself. I can’t have you embarrassing me tonight.”
I scurry to the tub, staying on my knees as I start the water. When my hand hits the hot water faucet, his voice stops me. “No hot water. I’m not so sure you deserve it.”
Keeping my face blank, I let my hand fall away and force myself under the freezing cold water. My body immediately starts to shake and by the time my body is clean and I reach for the shampoo, my teeth are chattering. Konstantin watches me the whole time. Privacy is a luxury that I haven’t experienced in a very long time. As soon as I’ve rinsed out the conditioner, I shut off the water and stay in the tub, head bowed, waiting for orders.
I see his expensive leather shoes come into view and then the white, fluffy towel he’s holding. He waits several minutes, watching my body shake, waiting to see if I’ll disobey and reach for the towel.
I don’t.
“So well behaved,” he murmurs, dragging the towel along my skin. He dries me slowly, and soon I’m shivering in fear instead of just from the cold. His fingers graze my shoulder, making me feel like my skin is crawling with bugs, like I need to claw my skin to free it from tiny, invisible insects and from the stain of his touch. I know in my heart I will never be clean of him. He’s ruined me, and now I’m covered in his filth. No amount of showering will ever rid me of his touch.
When I’m dry, he says the words that I’m dreading. “Hands and knees, pet.”
I lower my shaking body to the hard, tiled floor while my mind starts to drift away. At first, I fought him. I fought like hell to keep my body away from him, but it never worked. This was a fight that I was never going to win. I wanted Matvey to be my first. He’s the only man I ever wanted to touch me, but my choice was taken from me, and I wasleft torn and bloody and wishing someone would just kill me and be done with it. No matter how hard I fought, though, he never threatened to kill me. What he threatened was far worse. I decided fighting back wasn’t worth being thrown into a shitty brothel where countless men would have their way with me every goddamn day. Surviving one monster is bad enough. I don’t think I could handle more than one.
He presses the side of my face into the cold, hard tile while I ignore the pain and the tears and the memory of a touch that was given in love and not a sadistic need to overpower and hurt me. If I think too much about Matvey, I won’t be able to endure this. Sometimes a beautiful memory can tear your heart out when you’re experiencing the worst kind of pain. It’s just too damn much—a bright light that has no place in this dark hell I’m living.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out, wishing he would just finish and be done with me, but he makes it last. He always does. When he finally lets go with a deep groan that almost makes me dry heave, I will myself to take a deep breath, swallowing the bile that’s threatening to crawl up my throat.
