Page 7 of Grayson's Angel

She felt a hard metal object poke into her back. “Time to move.”

Not giving her an option, they pushed her toward the door. A black limousine was waiting at the exit, with a man in a suit waiting by the back door. They shoved Kara into the back of the limousine. There was no chance to escape.

Kara reached for the handle on the opposite car door. When it clicked, she attempted to jump out. But when she was only halfway out of the limo, an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back into the car.

“Don’t piss me off, Ms. Davidson.”

Kara sat back in the seat. She was sandwiched between the two Russian thugs from inside the airport. A slender man in a black Armani suit sat in the seat across from them. His expensive leather shoe was tapping on the floorboard of the limousine.

“What do you want with me?” she asked, trying to think of a way out of the limo.

The man sitting across from her tapped his cigar in the car ashtray before saying, “I thought you would want to know about your father.”

“More than likely, he’s the reason I’m sitting in a car with a bunch of Russian thugs.”

“Ding, ding, ding. You’re correct. You will pay your father’s debt.”

“How much?”

Laughter burst from his mouth. “You don’t have enough money to pay his debt. Your father has been spending time in Las Vegas, running up a large tab.”

“If you don’t want money, then what am I here for?”

“That is a question I’m happy to answer. You, Ms. Davidson, will be my bride. By the end of the night, you will be Mrs. Rovshan Nikitovich.”

She had come to Montana because her father was supposedly in the hospital. Instead, she was being set up to pay for her father’s gambling addiction. No matter how mad she was at her father, deep down, she was worried her father was already dead. If he was, she had no reason to go through with a farce of a wedding.

“Before I agree to anything, I want to see my father.”

“So, you do have a heart, and care about your father. He’s fine, and you will see him after the wedding.”

Anger bubbled to the surface. Her chances of living through whatever the Russian had planned were slim to none. If these overgrown thugs thought she would roll over and give them what they wanted, they had another thing coming.

“I want to see my father before I agree to this. If you want the wedding to happen, then let me see my father.”

The Armani-clad Russian leaped across the car and wrapped his hands around Kara’s neck. The two thugs sitting in the seats next to her held her hands down so she couldn’t fight him. “Let’s get one thing straight, Ms. Davidson. I run the show, and what I say goes. I have a very short temper and am not in the mood to be questioned.”

When he released her throat, Kara gasped for air. She had been close to losing consciousness. She knew she had to find a way to escape, or she wouldn’t see the next day. Nikitovich had no reason to keep her alive, but he wanted to marry her for some reason. She needed to figure out what that reason was.

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