Page 262 of Unexpected Hero

The red-haired man moves close to Sabrina and starts working on her restraints.

The creep points at me with his switchblade knife, taking a step toward me. “I want that blond bitch. Last night, she think she too good for me. Now we see how she feel.”

I gulp, my stomach twisting into a tight knot.

Thanks to his disgusting words, I know I’ve only been here one night. Doubtful they could have taken me to Russia that fast.

Maybe they’ll cut me free. If I can fight my way out, perhaps I can get Tina out of here before they hurt her.

James taught me some self-defense moves after his friend’s sister was kidnapped. Too bad my head hurts so badly I can hardly remember them.

But I have fingernails and will eagerly claw some eyes out.

“No. Boss gets the blond first,” the red-haired man announces, nodding in my direction. His tone leaves no room for objecting.

A flood of questions threatens to drown me, all of them hitting me at once.

What does he mean by that?

Who’s the Boss?

Boss of what?

Why me?

The creep stops approaching me, planting his feet and spearing the other man with a hardened glare. “Pakhan come here for her, or we bring?”

“Nah. Not him. Viktor wants her.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Viktor is just baby.”

“Well, he’s still the boss, so you can’t have her yet. And he’s coming here.”

Who is Viktor? Why does he want me?

The creep’s repulsive eyes glide from me to Tina. “When will Baby Boss get here?”

“He’s on the way.”

“Fine.”

The red-haired man slices through the rope tying Sabrina to the wall. He hoists her up by her still-bound wrists.

She doesn’t fight him.

As he leads her out of the room, she looks over her shoulder at Tina and me. Her eyes widen in warning. “Remember what I told you.”

Don’t fight.

Think of anything else but what’s happening to you.

Ignoring Tina, the creeper from last night marches over to me, arrogance wafting off him. He squats at my side, bringing his disgusting body far too close. His eyes rake over me hungrily from head to toe and back again. “After the boss has you, I make it hurt on my turn.”

“Please don’t,” I beg, although I know it’s no use.

His expression somehow gets darker and more disturbed, and he runs his tongue over his teeth. He likes that I’m begging.

I won’t make that mistake again.

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