Page 52 of Savage Kingdom

“Didn’t lover boy tell you?” I turned my head to the mirror. “He kidnapped me.”

“Why were you with Yorovich Morozov?”

I took a deep breath.

“I’d like to contact my lawyer. You have nothing against me, so you can’t hold me for long.”

For the first time since stepping into the room, the agent smiled. If anything, it turned his face even more lethal. He had all perfect white teeth with his canines a bit longer, making his smile wolfish.

“Daphne—can I call you Daphne? That’s what lover boy said was your name.”

I glared at him and didn’t bother to look at the mirror.

“We don’t make deals with terrorists.”

Oh, this was getting good.

I licked my lips and leaned forward. “Please enlighten me and tell me what horrendous crimes I have done to garner such a label.”

He went back to looking pissed off, then threw a folder in front of me.

“You’re going to have to help a girl out. It’s kinda hard to do things when I’m bound. I mean, next time buy me dinner before you tie me down and try to fuck me.”

The door burst open, and Gideon was there looking pissed.

“Stop playing with him, Petal. Give him what he wants and he’ll let you go.”

I didn’t acknowledge him.

“What is it you want?”

Hayes grabbed the picture and showed it to me. It was a picture of me from a few years ago with my father.

“What’s so special about this picture?”

Hayes heaved a sigh, and I felt Gideon’s angry stare.

I knew why Gideon was here. The CIA had supposedly abandoned torturing as a method of interrogation, and Gideon was their loophole.

“Ivan, alias the Russian Dragon. How do you know him?”

Dismissing the picture, I leaned back again. “I’m ready to be dispatched to some black ops prison.”

Hayes looked murderous. “You want your girlfriend freed? Get her to talk.” He stormed out of the room. It was all for show, making me think I had privacy with Gideon while everyone was watching us.

I refused to look at him, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t aware of his every move. He stood behind me, his chin coming to my shoulder. He took a deep breath, and it felt like he was trying to comfort himself.

“Come on, Petal, give them what they want. It’s the only way I can keep you.”

My throat felt heavy, and my eyes burned. Keep me? Was that all I was? A fucking object to be passed around from man to man.

“You want me to be a rat?”

“I want you to be out of here so I can show you that you’re mine.”

Right, I was his. He’d decided this for me.

“Sit across from me, and I’ll tell you what you want.”

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