Page 44 of Debt to the Mafia King
“You won’t be spending the day with me? Not even breakfast?”
Why did I have to sound so beggy? It wasn’t like I wanted to spend time with him, and it would be easier to spend this year apart. I knew that.
So why did I need him?
Pursing my lips, I frowned at myself. I didn’t need him. The time in solitary confinement just made me think I did. The plans I had made when I was alone still stood.
If I got the chance, I was running.
“Not today, no. And remember what I said, Leah,” stepping away from me, he headed towards the door to leave. “No leaving the house. I have eyes everywhere.” He left without saying another word, leaving me with nothing but my jumbled, confused thoughts and the promise of hot water reinvigorating my body.
Five hours later, I had explored every inch of the house, both breakfast and lunch had been eaten alone, but that was ok because I was out of that god forsaken room, and right now, that was all that mattered.
Well, not all, because knowing the layout of the house was important as well. I needed to know it all if I was ever going to escape. Just like I needed to know the times the staff appeared. It might take me a few days, but I would memorise it all, and then I would escape.
Pausing, I stared in shock. I’d looked into this room, which I was guessing was some kind of library earlier, but then the ornate patio doors had been locked. Now they were wide open, and letting a stream of rain inside to soak the rug.
The doors were wide open! My heart clamored in my chest so loud it sounded like a drum against my ribs.
Was this it? My chance of escape?
Nervously, I glanced behind me. The whole house was still, like it was holding its breath and waiting for my decision, just like I was holding my breath.
My bare toes curled into the thick carpet. I wasn’t dressed for theweather, and I didn’t even have shoes on, but when would I ever have this opportunity again? Probably never.
If I were quick, and luck was on my side, I could run and get to the road before anyone even realized I was gone. I could flag down a car. My feet moved on their own, taking me toward freedom before I could even really think about it.
Wind whipped my hair behind me, cold rainwater splattered against my face, and I had never felt anything better.
I could even smell the storm brewing in the air, and it smelled a lot like freedom. I took another step forward, and Viktor stepped out of the darkness, right into my path.
His eyes took in the rain-soaked front of my dress and my flushed cheeks, and his eyes narrowed. “Going somewhere, Leah?”
By the sound of his voice, he knew exactly where I was going. For all I knew, he had planned it just to see if I would try and escape, and like a fool, I had fallen for it.
“Viktor,” clutching my throat, I backed away. Stumbling over my feet. “I wasn’t—”
The sound of the doors being shut behind him made me yelp. “Yes, you were. You were going to run. Even after I told you expressly that I would be watching you.” He took a threatening step toward, his always-tall frame, growing even taller.
I backed away as fast as I could, my hand held out behind me so I didn’t bump into anything and fall down. Falling would be bad now because Viktor was angry, angrier than I had ever seen him. His eyes were so dark they looked like they had turned black, and like a man possessed, he crept towards me with the threat of violence pouring from him.
“I can’t let that go unpunished, Leah.”
My heart slammed into my throat. Why was his voice so calm? It was terrifying. I wanted him to rant and rave because that would be easier to deal with.
The quiet was too much like a threat.
“I’ll just,” turning on my heel, I did the only thing I could think ofdoing, getting as far away from him as possible, “go back to my room.”
He caught me halfway down the hallway, gripping me by the back of the neck. He stopped me in my tracks and slammed me face-first into the wood-paneled wall. The only reason my face didn’t make contact was that I got my hands out in front of me to stop it. Pain spiraled up my palms and forearms.
“Viktor,” I cried out as his hand tightened. “Stop it, you are hurting me.”
Ignoring my cry of protest, he curled his giant body against mine, trapping me against the wall. “And you tried to run. Whatever punishment you get now is your own fault, Leah. You brought this on yourself.”
Keeping his grip on my neck, he slipped his hand up under the knee-length wool dress and dragged it upwards to bare my panties. Those were ripped away, the sound of material ripping loud in the quiet house. He smoothed his hand across my bare backside.
“What are you going to do to me?” My voice shook. It was suddenly hard to breathe. Hard to do anything at all except concentrate on what his hand was doing.
