Page 72 of Romi

Having got what they came for, they turned to leave.

“I’ll look forward to spending time with you and making you scream some more later, sexy Sonia,” Ivor said and blew me a kiss.

As the door closed behind them, I couldn’t hold back a shudder of disgust. My head pounded, and my face ached, and I shook with both fear and fury, and I wasn’t sure which of those feelings was the stronger.

Suddenly, overwhelmed by the situation, I slumped onto the couch with my head in my hands. Tears threatened again, but I refused to let them fall—not this time. I’d given in to tears far too often lately, and I had a feeling that if I gave in to them this time, that would be my undoing.

I needed to stay strong, no matter what, and that meant not giving in to my fear. Instead, I’d embrace my fury and let all the worry, hurt, and upset of the past few weeks fuel it until it was enough to fill me with the strength to get out of here or die trying. Because one thing was for sure: I was not going down without a fight!

Romi would be on the plane heading to Russia, and nobody knew where to find me. I knew Marko could track me through my phone, so I had deliberately not brought it with me. I’d found out that was how we’d been discovered after Miki became suspicious when he couldn’t contact either of us on the phone. Marko had tracked our locations, and we’d been found out. Although that was a good idea at the time, now it seemed like the worst.

What was I going to do?

Siri said on the video that he would be in touch in ten hours as long as Marko returned his money. He said he’d then arrange to hand me over, but from what he and Ivor had just said to me, there was no doubt in my mind that they had no intention of doing so. I was as good as dead if I stayed here. Unless I somehow got myself out.

My brothers would be looking for me, but even if they could find me, I doubted they could do so and rescue me before anything bad happened. I was on my own.

Closing my eyes and leaning my head back against the couch to ease the pain in my head, I thought through my options. There weren’t many.

When Siri was filming the video, I noticed that he had a gun in his jacket. Unfortunately, I hadn’t noticed before; otherwise, I’d have made an attempt to steal it. I hadn’t seen anything on Ivor, but he had been wearing cargo pants, so there were plenty of pockets to hide one. Besides, I figured that if Siri was carrying a weapon, Ivor likely was too.

It looked like I was going to have to wait until one of them returned and try to get their weapon. It was not the best idea, but I had no choice.

With that thought firmly rooted in my mind, I allowed my heavy head to fall onto the arm of the couch where I curled up, and despite the bloody, uncomfortable cushions and the collar digging into my neck, I fell into an exhausted sleep.

Sometime later, Ivor returned carrying a tray with a sandwich and bottle of water on it.

“I brought you something to eat, babe. You’ve got to keep your energy up; you’re going to need it to keep up with me,” he said, leering at me.

How the hell did I ever think he was handsome and funny? I must have been mad.

However, I decided to use his obvious attraction to fulfil my plan. I pouted at him as he put the tray on the wooden cabinet.

“I thought you liked me, Ivor. I had liked you,” I said, batting my eyes, trying to look innocent and hurt.

“I do, darling. That’s why I am keeping you alive and all to myself. You are part of my deal with Siri,” he told me, running a finger up my bare forearm.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, still feigning innocence. I widened my eyes and bit my bottom lip, noticing how his own eyes narrowed as he tracked my movement.

“Well, like I said earlier, babe, I am going to make you scream and beg!” he replied, smiling and licking his lips as he looked me over with blatant lust.

I shuddered and caught my bottom lip in my teeth again so I didn’t tell him to fuck the hell off.

I’ve got to play the game, I reminded myself before looking down and back up into his eyes, hoping my reaction looked more interested in him than disgusted.

“Ah, you like that idea, I think!” he said, sitting down next to me.

God, no! The fucking arsehole was so up himself he actually thought I could really want him.

“I haven’t ever even been kissed before!” I said, trying hard to look shy and helpless.

“We’ll soon remedy that, sweetheart,” he smirked.

Leaning forward, he grabbed my head before taking my mouth with his. I gasped in feigned excitement, and he plunged his tongue inside.

Ugh! I felt like gagging as he plundered my mouth.

One of his hands moved down, and he grabbed my boob and gave it a squeeze.

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