Page 9 of The Obsession
Chapter Six
Varya
“I need you to pack a bag,” Sergei orders from the doorway of our room.
I’m sitting on our bed about to put lotion on my body after being in the shower. I stop mid stroke of slathering the creaming lotion into my skin with the rich scent of vanilla and lavender filling the air. “What?”
We just got back from the yacht a couple of hours ago and I’m needing this time to get my mind back. Being with Sergei is so intense, confusing and intimidating. I can’t manage to relax around him which makes me so antsy.
Our room in plush beiges and whites is dulling to me after this trip on the yacht. Sergei slapping me was enough for me to cool my very little attraction to him.
“We need to get out of here. I’m not going to tell you again.”
His voice cuts through me and I cringe. How could he be so cruel to me when I haven’t done anything to him to make him upset? I don’t understand how someone could be so mean to their wife.
“Sergei, I’m not one of your men. I’m your wife. I would like to be treated with some respect!” I spit stupidly without realizing the words were coming out of my mouth.
In a matter of seconds, he has closed the distance between us making us face to face. He lifts his hand and punches me in the cheek quickly. And hard. The brute force of his punch has me falling back onto the bed loosening the towel. I panic, trying to reattach the towel around my body but it doesn’t work quick enough.
“Boss,” someone says from the door.
“You stupid fucking whore,” Sergei mutters under his breath at me. “Cover yourself up. No one wants to see such a stupid whore.”
“We have problems at the pipe yard. We need to go right now.”
Sergei does one final look at me and then shakes his head. The silent tears which are streaming down my face are not going to phase him. He doesn’t care about my tears. This man has turned meaner and crueler since a few months ago.
“You have two hours to get dressed and pack a bag. I’m not fucking around, Varya.”
“Yes,” I mumble. I want him out of the room so I can function again. I need him out of the room so I canbreatheagain. Having him so close to me doesn’t allow me to breathe properly.
Once he’s gone, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding until it was gushing out of my lips. Then comes the scream. I scream loudly for a second to get the frustration out. To get the feeling of hatred out of my body. So much has changed and I have no idea where I stand in everything.
I can’t go back home. I can’t go back to my city in Russia. I can’t let everyone know I failed in a marriage with one of the most powerful men in the underworld. The same man that has the power to crush me and my family to smithereens.
I wish I could call Frank and work through everything with him. Frank wouldn’t understand what I’m going through and what could happen to my family if I had to go back. I have nothing without Sergei. My whole life revolves around Sergei.
I check the clock on the side of the wall to see what time it is. I still have time to pack and get ready for when Sergei comes back to get me. That in itself is enough to freak me out. Why do we have to leave one of the most guarded areas in the bratva?
*
The sound of glass breaking is what wakes me up in the middle of my sleep. When did I fall asleep? How long have I been asleep for?
The glass breaking and falling on one of the windows in the master bedroom has me shimming up the bed trying to hide myself.
Fuck this!
I fall out of the bed and land on the floor with a thud. Quickly, I adjust myself to fit under the bed to hide from whomever is trying to break into our house. I have the sheet wrapped around my body to cover myself a little as I wear underwear and a tank top to bed.
“Come out, come out wherever you are,” a man sings.
I clamp my lips shut. There is no way I can let them know where I am. How many people are in my room? Who is in my room?
Suddenly, I hear the bedroom door opening and the sound of foot falls shakes me to my core.
Everyone in the room goes quiet but no one moves. No one leaves. Do they believe I’m not in here? Did I manage to convince them? Hopefully I did. I’m so scared.
Just as I’m beginning to think maybe they are going to leave, a gloved hand grabs my ankle and pulls me out from under the bed. I scream, trying to kick at the person. It doesn’t work. The hand holds me tighter and yanks me away from the bed leaving the sheet still under the bed.
“Look at who we have here,” an older man mutters with a goatee. “Thinking you can hide from us under the bed. That’s cute.”
I shudder. “I don’t know anything. I swear!” I beg.
He shakes his head. “I bet you know more than you realize.”
I feel a pinch in the back of my arm. A warm feeling floods through my body then everything begins to fade away.
