Page 55 of Trapping His Assassin

“I seduced and killed men, all on his orders.” My deadened tone didn’t distract him from his questions.

“But what kind of men?”

I’d never considered my targets.

“I’m not sure. There were all kinds of men, who were all different races, ages, and demographics, from the dossier I had on them. I couldn’t find a connection other than the fact that they were the next poor soul that Headmaster Mikhail ordered to be executed.”

He kissed my neck. “Alright, baby. I’m going to get rid of him. You have nothing to worry about.”

Shock ran through me. “You can’t!”

I turned my body to fully face him, planting my feet firmly on the ground, and locking eyes with his. His brows furrowed in confusion as I spoke, trying to convey the weight of my wordsthrough my gaze. But as I searched his eyes for understanding, all I found was a blank stare.

“Why can’t we?” he repeated, frustration seeping into his voice.

“He will put a hit out on not just you, but everyone who you’ve ever associated with, for an additional fuck you.” I couldn’t hide my fear of Headmaster Mikhail entirely.

“Hm, he’s that powerful then?”

I nodded. “You think he isn’t?”

Roman’s voice dropped to a low, ominous tone as he spoke. “If he can keep that many people silent about the girls, it means he has immense power or connections.”

My heart raced at his words. “What do you mean about the girls?” I demanded, my fear and suspicion growing with each passing second.

Roman spoke as if to himself. “I was under the impression that you were aware, but now I am certain that you had no idea.”

“What about the girls?!” I hollered in his face to get his attention.

Roman blinked, astonished that I would raise my voice at him. “That he was using the girls at The Academy for his sex trafficking ring. The men got their pick of anyone there, and paid good money for the night.”

The memories of living there hit me like a punch in the gut. The screams that would echo through the halls at night filled me with fear. The unsettling sight of strange men leaving before breakfast was even served. And worst of all, the teachers who punished us, for our lack of knowledge about our bodies.

There had been so many signs. In an instant, I was bombarded with images of all the people I couldn’t save. It hit me hard that I had never been able to protect any of them, especially the girls. All the suffering that I went through was for nothing.

Hot, scalding tears poured down my face.

“Shhh, it’s alright, baby girl. I’m going to make him pay. We will get him and tear him apart. I will make him suffer for touching one hair on my little killer’s head,” he murmured against my skin.

For once in my life, I wanted to believe. I wanted to trust the words a man was saying to me. So I licked my lips and closed my eyes.

I allowed myself to fall.

And I hoped like hell he would catch me.

I didn’t feelany different the next time I woke up. Maybe I thought I would open my eyes, and my entire outlook would be different. But it wasn’t. I still felt like me, even though my heart was opening for Roman.

He may be younger than me, but he understood me as well. I never slept at The Academy this well. I guess there was some truth to trauma catching up with me. I’d suppressed what I’d lived through for so long. The minute I relaxed, I crashed.

I was sleeping off years of captivity.

I descended the stairs, hearing the men join in their revelry. A hush fell over the crowd, as all their eyes were on me as I approached them. Before I’d reached them, Roman strode into the room.

His perfectly tailored suit clung to his body like a second skin. My eyes hungrily trailed over him, taking in every muscle and contour. He smirked at me knowingly, heat radiating from his gaze as he appraised my nearly naked form, clad only in a thin sheet that barely covered me. Roman never bothered to provide me with clothes, knowing I would try to escape if giventhe chance. But right then, under his intense stare, I felt trapped and helpless, my body burning with desire and fear all at once.

At least I would have run. Before.

Now, I wasn’t certain I wanted to get away from him. He hadn’t hurt me. The sex was intense, and I couldn’t think when he was in the vicinity. Case in point.

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