Page 12 of Kidnapped By the Bratva

He looks like a man who knows how to pleasure a woman in more ways than one.

Or slit her throat without a second thought.

My body feels numb as he keeps my chin in his grip. Sweat beads on the back of my neck. The hands on my arms clench me harder and the urge to pull away from them is hard to ignore but I’m not going to give him the satisfaction.

The second that Nik knows I’m scared of him is the second that I’ve lost to him.

He wants me to play his twisted little game, then I’m going to play it.

Nik’s thumb brushes over my cheek. “You are so pretty. I bet that’s saved you with weaker men, hasn’t it?”

I bite the inside of my cheek. My heart hammers against my ribs as he leans closer to me. The spicy yet sweet scent of his cologne wafts my way, drawing me in and hazing my brain cells.

“You thought that I would be stupid enough to allow my men to carry loaded weapons in my sanctuary. Who would provide my victims with something to use against me?”

He clicks his tongue and lets go of my chin. The other men shift their weight slightly, applying more pressure to my arms. I bite my lip, trying not to let out a groan as pain flows through my body.

I should have told Tom to track my phone before I got off the call with him. I should have told him where I was.

Tom is a good agent. He would figure out that I was missing if I didn’t call him back.

Hell, I could have even told Anna where I was going. She wouldn’t have thought much of it. If I told her the truth, she might have thought that I was just an extra officer called to the scene of a crime.

Not letting anyone know where I was is shortsighted.

I’m screwed. I’m at the mercy of a Bratva boss and I’m likely to die here.

Tom always says I’m going to get myself killed one of these days. I doubt that either of us thought it would happen this soon.

“Hazel, when I ask you a question, I need you to answer me. If you keep your mouth shut, this is only going to get worse for you.” Nik tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “It would be such a shame to ruin this pretty face.”

“I assumed you were asking a rhetorical question.” I swallow the urge to scream for someone to help me.

There is nobody who will come to my rescue.

God, I have trained for this kind of shit.

Sooner or later, he is going to get sloppy and I’m going to take my chance.

Although I already tried that once and it got me here—on my knees, I try to keep up with his twisted mind.

“Feisty little thing, aren’t you?” He smirks and cocks his head. “I would think that an undercover agent would check a weapon before threatening someone with it. Or do you just not know the weight of a loaded gun?”

“You are an asshole.”

“Sticks and stones, Hazel. Sticks and fucking stones.” He sits back on his heels, his hands clasping together in front of him. “Now, do you want to agree to my terms, or do you want to pretend you can get out of this alive any other way?”

I hate him.

I will make sure he gets locked away for a very long time.

His eyes meet mine, if looks could kill I would drop dead right now. “I pride myself on being a patient man. I could have killed you several times by now, but I haven’t. One would think that would make you inclined to repay my kindness.”

“Is that what you think this is? Kindness?” My voice raises, poison pouring from my words. I sneer, and my blood is boiling. “Don’t pretend that a man like you knows anything about kindness.”

Nik stands and crosses the room. His tapping footsteps blend with my hammering pulse. He stops at the counter, sorting through the knives. When he turns around, the scalpel is back in his hand.

A pit opens in the bottom of my stomach as he crouches in front of me again. He touches the side of my face with the sharp blade.

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