Page 46 of Kidnapped Prisoner By the Bratva
But it’s suicide.
So is staying here. We don’t know who the mole is. We don’t know when they’ll attack.
If they’ll attack,said the voice of fear, as if to correct the notion.They haven’t attacked since. What makes you think they’ll attack now?
Well, we can’t sit around and find out, now can we?
Yes, we absolutely can!Fear replied.We’ve been safe in here all day. I say we keep it that way.
Staying in here doesn’t guarantee our safety. What if the mole has a spare key to the room and they decide to pay us a visit, hmm? What then?
Both voices were right, and now it was time to decide. As usual, I listened to the voice of courage and debunked that of fear.
I was already familiar with the guards’ routine, and I’d found the loophole in their shift change. It was a window that wouldn’t stay open for long, meaning I had a limited amount of time to get to the back gate.
At the stroke of midnight, I got out of bed, rushed over to my door, and carefully opened it. The hallway was quiet, and when I looked both ways, the coast was clear. Without a moment of hesitation, I sprang into action, running through the corridor as if my life depended on it. It actually did.
I rounded a corner and almost ran into two guards smoking and chattering about God-knows-what. It’s a good thing I saw them first, and so I hid behind a pillar. They didn’t linger for long before parting ways. I waited to confirm that the path was open, and then I took off again.
Sneaking through the hallways was easier than I thought. Strange. I expected more resistance. A part of me was suspicious about it, but the other part just wanted to leave at all costs.
Something is wrong,the voice of fear returned.It’s too quiet tonight, and this is way too easy.
I ignored the warning and raced down the stairs until I reached the basement. Across from me was the secret passage, dark and eerie. I stopped in my tracks, eyes fixed on the path that looked like it led straight to hell.
“Going somewhere?” a familiar voice, deep and husky, spoke from behind me.
I yelped, almost jumping out of my skin at the sudden sound that scared me half to death. Without looking back, I ran toward the dark passage, but with a few long strides, my attacker caught up with me and seized me by the waist.
“Let go of me!” I struggled, arms and legs flailing in the air, but to no avail. His grip was too strong. “Help!” I screamed.
“Shut up, bitch!” He hurled me against the wall like I was an empty can of soda.
My body slammed into the brick wall hard and painfully, with a sickening crack, before collapsing to the ground. I winced at my aching bones and throbbing head.
“You’ve cost me a lot of trouble, shutterbug,” he said, his boots scuffing against the floor as he approached me with slow, menacing steps.
“You…” I groaned, straining as I struggled to stand. “You’re the mole—it’s always been you.”
He chuckled lightly and towered over me, fingers flipping off his black hoodie.
It was Luka. Val’s right-hand man.
I rose to my feet, my heart pounding in my chest as I leaned against the wall, bracing myself for my death. “He trusted you…and you betrayed him. You’re supposed to be his—”
“Shut the fuck up!” he thundered, his tone dripping with venom.
I blinked, flinching at the sound of his voice.
“What do you know about betrayal?” He drew closer, his face a mask of fury. “You’re just a useless little girl—a pawn in a game you know nothing about.”
“What did I ever do to you?” I asked, panting, my chest heaving with heavy breaths. “You don’t even know me.”
He snickered, halting in front of me. “I know that you’re a troublemaker and your presence in this house has weakened Val.”
“But he’s your boss,” I said, indulging him while secretly using my foot to drag a stone closer.
My kitchen knife would’ve come in handy at this moment. But I just recently realized that in a hurry to leave, I’d left the knife on my nightstand.
