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I lash out, swinging my arms, and he shakes me, then slaps me so hard I see stars.

“I’ll lock you in the basement, chain you to the wall, starve you—that’s what your father likes to do, isn’t it? That’s how he deals with his enemies. So I’ll take his precious little girl and do exactly the same thing to her.” His mouth is right against my ear, and his words send an icy cold shiver right through my body, locking fear into my bones.

An image flashes through my memory of being chained up in a basement, freezing cold, crying, begging for help, but my words drifting in empty air with no one to hear the—

The image freezes me. I feel the shock set in, and suddenly I can’t move.

Rico shakes me again and tells me to walk, but his words are jumbled in my head, and I don’t react. I don’t do anything.

“What the fuck is going on?” A familiar voice.

“I found this rat at the party. I was just taking it out,“ Rico snaps in response.

The world spinning around me as I try and hold on to reality.

“Get your hands off her, Rico. Let her go right now.” It’s Leon. It’s Leon’s voice. It pulls me back into my mind and away from that memory. I glance towards him with wide terrified eyes, pleading him to help me ,but he is looking at Rico, not me.

“I won’t. She snuck in here, like a spy, and I’m taking her with me. I’m locking her up in my basement, where she can fucking rot and die, for all I care.”

Leon’s eyes flash with anger and Rico seems to hesitate. His grip on me relaxes for the smallest moment.

Chapter 11 - Leon

Sasha seems to be taking longer than normal in the bathroom, and I begin to wonder if she’s tried to escape. There are so many people here, most of them her enemy, so it would be a stupid move to do so, but who knows—maybe she's desperate.

I excuse myself from the conversation and make my way through the crowd of people towards the bathroom.

I round the corner into the hallway, and the scene that greets me is completely unexpected.

Rico is overpowering her, and it immediately spikes my anger.

After some heated words, trying to figure out what the hell is going on here, thinking maybe he caught her trying to leave and was possibly just helping me out, I realize that is not the case at all.

I stand firm, glaring at Rico.

He has one hand locked over Sasha’s mouth and his other hand gripping her throat as he holds her against his body, trying to push her towards the front door. He’s mostly ignoring me.

Rage surges inside me at the sight of him handling her this way—who the fuck does he think he is? That is my wife, no matter who she is—she is my wife, and he has to respect that.

I’m trying to reason with him, but really, I just want to punch the fucking daylights out of him.

But I remind myself that Rico has been a friend for years, he’s clearly had a bit to drink, and I shouldn’t just lash out at him, despite the anger I feel. I sigh heavily and shake my head at him, thinking I can try one more time to reason with the idiot.

“Rico, she didn’t fucking sneak in here. I brought her. She is my wife, and if anyone is going to be torturing her, it’ll be me. Not you. Now just let her go.” I step towards him and hold out my hand to take her from him. But he steps back abruptly. I feel my jaw clench tightly, the muscles feathering with agitation.

“No. Her father has to pay for what he’s done to my family. And right now, I have his most prized possession in my hands. I can’t lose this chance.”

He thinks he’s stumbled upon a chance encounter. He doesn’t have any idea how long I plotted and planned to kidnap her—the careful process of learning her movements, keeping an eye on her, putting the fucking effort in. He thinks that all of the work that I put in is now his opportunity. He really is a fucking idiot.

“This chance? This isn’t a chance, Rico. It’s not a random opportunity. She is here because I brought her here. This isn’t some amazing plan you’ve come up with to exact your revenge on her father. She is mine to do with as I please.”

I can see he’s more drunk than I thought and upset, and I don’t blame him. Sasha’s father has pissed off a lot of people. But I’ll be damned if I am going to let Rico interfere with my plans for revenge.

“No, man, I can’t. I can’t give her back to you.” He shakes his head.

I step closer, threatening him with my body.

“I’m the one who gets to torture her. I am the one who took her. Don’t fucking interfere here, Rico.” My patience is running thin. He’s pushing me too far and blatantly ignoring my request.

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