Page 37 of Macon

“If I can’t break her to my will, then she’ll die at my hands.” He laughs with a sinister voice, gripping my breast and making me groan in pain.

Instantly, I spit, hoping he’s close enough it lands on him.

“Fuck you. I will never be yours,” I growl, not caring what happens to me. The only thing that matters is they still think Cindy is dead.

Slap!

Goddammit.

“Shut this suka up!” Viktoriya snaps her fingers, and someone moves next to me and puts duct tape over my mouth within seconds.

“So, what is your plan, Peshkov? Because soon, someone will notice she’s gone. I don’t need or want anyone fucking with my business. I need her boyfriend to play nice until I get my connections lined up and find out what happened to my cousin. Once that’s done and I off him, you can do whatever you want with her.”

I start to cry. I’m so mad at Dexter for getting us involved with the Russians again.

Peshkov’s massive hand wipes my cheek gently as he replies, “Well, it’s been almost two weeks, and no one has come looking for her, but I agree, so you better hurry up, printsessa, because I want to take her home soon.”

Viktoriya makes a tsk-tsk sound as I hear her heels walking away from us. “If you wait until I’m done, you can have the other suka too.”

That has Peshkov’s and my attention.

Viktoriya laughs wickedly. “You can have her blond friend too. That suka had something to do with my cousin going missing, so once I beat that out of her, you can have what is left over. For free.” I hear the door open. “If I don’t kill her trying to get answers.”

Oh God. They don’t know Dominic is dead.

Peshkov’s voice sounds eager. “I will wait. I want them all.”

Once the door closes, Peshkov leans into me. “I will give you some time to rest, but we will continue our sessions soon.”

I wiggle and try to break the restraints, screaming, but nothing comes out, only muffled sounds.

Slap!

Oh God! I need to get free. I need to warn them all.

I keep thrashing against the restraints until someone grabs my arm, injecting me.

Fuck! They’re drugging me. No…no!

Before the darkness consumes me, I hear Peshkov say, “Get her ready. We’re leaving in thirty.”

When I start to regain consciousness, my head is throbbing, but what’s worse is the body pain. Both my arms and feet are bound together, with my arms behind me. My body’s stiff from lying in this uncomfortable position.

Suddenly, I hear a woman’s sharp gasp. “Moya lyubov, what have you done? I thought she was dead.”

My love? Is this his wife?

Peshkov answers from across the room. “This is her twin.”

“Why did you bring her here?” the woman states, sounding angry.

“I need to keep her here for a while. We must keep her hidden, and I need to be seen in public as if nothing has happened.”

I’m blindfolded, but I can sense this woman is unhappy.

“I will have nothing to do with this, Arman. She can’t be here,” she demands. I sense using his real name isn’t a good thing. I start to move around.

Peshkov must not like that response because the next thing I hear is him moving swiftly across the room and saying, “You will do as I say. I pay for you to have a good life here. You will keep her hidden and care for her while I’m gone.”

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