Page 11 of Kidnapped Bratva Virgin

Letting my eyes do the talking, I give her a lengthy glare, holding on to my cigar, and rising to my full height, I close the few steps between us in a quick few seconds. Opening my light jacket, I remove my gun from my holster, and tip it under her full face forcing her to meet my eyes.

“Is it a hard no, Ava, like this gun?” I whisper staring down at her and running the steel along her round jaw.

She doesn’t balk from the touch, instead replying in earnest. “There’s no point killing me, because the property will just go to my second cousin. Jackson is keeping it all in the family,” she taunts, her brown eyes holding court with mine as her sweet berry mouth curves into a provocative smile.

“Do you know what the fuck you’re doing? Do you even fucking realize what I could do to you?”

Drawing my gun back in astonishment at her blind courage, I drop it back into my holster, but all she does is grinback at me as if she’s won some hollow victory. Clicking my fingers, I invite my men back into the room as I glower at her, furious at her response.

“I do.” She nods, then pauses before blurting out the rest of her sentence. “Know what I’m doing, that is. You can’t bank on thereonlybeing a second cousin either. After that there’s likely to be a third and then a fourth. The Knights have so many descendants in the family tree,” she adds on, her brown eyes shining as her hands grip on to the armchair.

Renewed panic flashes in her eyes as I motion to Petrov. “Hold her down,” I bark, done with the games.

“What are you doing?” she squeals, twisting in her chair as Petrov holds on to her arm and my other associate holds the other side of her. She’s pinned in the chair and can’t go anywhere.

“Since you think it’s okay to be a little cunt, I’m going to show you how that’s a problem.” I take the end of my lit-up cigar, looking her in the eye, reveling in the terror as I grind the burning end into her flesh, torturing her and opening up a burn wound the size of a small penny.

Yelping, she flinches hard, jumping in the chair, but my men have a good grip on her. She can’t get far. “Fuck! Stop!” Her vocal cords strain as my breathing picks up.

“No. I won’t. You stop first. Sign the fucking papers for Raven’s Peak and you can go. Simple as that.”

I watch as her arms tense up and her steely gaze bores into mine. “No. I won’t sign,” she grits out, her teeth grinding together.

“You’re fucking dumb!” I shout, dropping the lit-up end on the spot next to the other one so they can twin. This time she takes it, pressing her eyes shut, leaving me in awe andanger. She’s impressive, and her hard outer shell is tough not to acknowledge.

“No. The answer is no,” she repeats, her voice wavering as I stand in front of her. And for the first time in a long time, I’m left speechless by a young woman. Fuck her bravery. I want Raven’s Peak, and she’s going to hand it over to me one way or another.

Chapter Seven - Ava

Now I’ve got two injuries to my name. I double over, pressed against the door as the men shove me in, staring down at the weeping shallow burns embedded on my forearm, willing myself not to sob. Why does this have to happen to me now? The gaping wounds are smoldering and stinging, governed by a tidal wave of fresh pain that I’ve got no time to indulge in. I need to get out of this fucking wealthy dungeon ASAP. My knee’s not much better, aching from the woods, but it’s not swollen like a balloon like it was yesterday.

Who is this fucking bastard? Why didn’t I remember his face from the funeral? My head pounds as I think back to the whirl of activity at the funeral. The entire day remains a strange blur with so many people approaching me, but I can’t rememberhim. Hecouldn’thave been there.No.I would have remembered a tall, blond exterminator-looking guy with glacier eyes of death. So deathlycoldit sends shivers down my spine when I think about him. The deep heat radiating from my arm distracts me, but involuntary tears roll down my cheeks, and I can’t stop them from falling.

What a heartless fucking asshole,and I thought my boss Gunther was the horror story. Turns out he’s a real cupcake compared to this subhuman terrorizer. A blaze of heat surges through my veins as I will myself to stand up straight again. The property is rightfully owned by me, and he’s trying to steal what’s mine! From my family! I know the law, and I can’t let him get away with it. But first things first, I have to get out of here.

Shaking off the searing heat from my arm, I divert my gaze around the expansive suite, ignoring all its trimmings, the panic taking hold as I search for the nearest escape. I stopscanning, but my heart rate stays elevated. There’s a medium-sized window to the right of me, but I’m on the second floor, and I don’t like my chances of getting safely to the ground. I’ve already slipped and fell once, and my confidence is broken. I don’t particularly want to be bouncing around on the rooftop of this monster’s mansion, but with his dangerous warning ringing in my ears, it spurs me on.

“I’m going to give you time to think about your decision. Maybe the fall affected your decision-making and I want you to be sure of what you’re saying to me.”His words linger in my head, but the warning only got worse after that.“And I tell you something Ms. Knight. You would want to make the right decision, because if you don’t, this little cigar burn is only the preview of the torture I plan to inflict on you.”He snickered, the spray of his spit touching the top of my earlobe, making me want to wipe it, but I was frozen on the spot, afraid he would do something worse to me, so all I could do was stand there shaking like a leaf.

“No,”I’d said in the smallest, meekest voice possible, bracing myself for the onslaught of pain, but I swore I heard his jaw crack.

“Your stubbornness is going to be your downfall. You can cool off in the spare bedroom, Ms. Knight. I urge you to think again and don’t try anything stupid.”His rough handlers or this other weird gang of men, who looked similar with their cold, hard eyes had dragged back to the room, and as they did, I was smart enough to look around the corridor to see where I could run once, I broke free of the room.

I stare at the window, gulping down all kinds of irrational fears. If I want out of this place, I’m going to have to risk the fall and essentially my life. Assessing my chances of my not breaking my neck, I notice there’s a small balcony held up by long smoothwhite pillars. Both the pillars are thick enough for me to climb down to the exit, but they’re so smooth, it’s going to be a slippery ride down, but it’s the only chance I have of survival. I blank out the pain in my arm and hoist up the window, wincing as I do, then check around for noises and voices trying to stop me. Not hearing anything, I step out onto the balcony. Assessing how far down I would have to shimmy in order to make it to the ground, I inhale a large breath.Fuck.

This is the worst idea ever, but I’ve got to do it. I only have a limited turning space, but I take the chance, spontaneously taking off my sweater and wrapping it around the smooth pillar for extra grip. I step up onto the balcony ledge, taking my chance and swinging my leg out, wrapping it around the pole and carefully shimmying the bulk of my body down as my top rides up. It’s hard to do because the entire time down I’m thinking about being shot at. Gritting my teeth, I sob, my arm burning along with everything else inside of me as I descend.

I keep moving down, but as I look up at the balcony I’ve just come from, I see it. There’s a huge CCTV in the corner of the balcony, and a red light is blinking rudely back at me.

Oh shit. I’m being recorded. Maybe it’s for later, and I will have escaped soon enough. I pray that’s the case, but by the time I’m halfway down and looking down at the ground, I can see near the mansion gates there are two guards, one on either side, and outside the door there’s two guards. All of them are armed and there are more cameras.

Wanting to pee myself, I hold on, my arms shaking as I wait three-quarters of the way down, thinking about my options, my heart sinking. There’s no chance of me escaping. I’m going to have to climb back up. If these men below see me, they might do worse than Dimitri can do.

Fuck! Thankfully before my arms are too exhausted and I’m down on the ground, one of them leaves their post and their phone behind. The other one isn’t expecting anyone to be shimmying down from the balcony. He’s not paying attention and has walked along the porch to the other side.

Thinking on my feet, I see the phone left behind from the guy who left his post. I snatch it up, pulling out Aiden’s business card from my pocket. He’s the only person who might be able to help me. With fast fingers, not knowing how long I have, I write him a quick message.

ME:Please help. I’m at this location. Dimitri. Chicago. Hostage.I hold up the phone, my fingers trembling trying to snap the shot, sending it to him. What did the guy say his name was?

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