Page 89 of Betraying Family Vows
This has to be him. It just has to be.
His voice is smooth. Not what I imagined when I pictured the monster who destroyed families.
"Take this off," I rasp, my throat raw.
A soft laugh, genuinely amused.
"I don't think so, not yet anyway."
He steps to the side, and I feel rather than see him crouch. The warmth of his body moves closer.
"Do you know who I am?"
My heart pounds so hard I'm sure he can hear it. The fabric clings to my face with each rapid breath.
"S. That's who you are, isn't it?"
He doesn't deny it.
Doesn't say anything at all.
The silence stretches until I can't stand it.
"You used him," I say. "You used my father."
"Your father was useful until he wasn't," S says, voice firm. "He was weak."
"Weak," I say. "Says the coward too scared to take off my hood. Who hides behind threats and money."
He sighs.
"And you're your mother's daughter. Beautiful, angry, reckless."
Anger cuts through me, hot and sharp.
"Fuck you. Don't you talk about my mother."
He just laughs, and my rage builds so intensely I almost scream.
"You think this ends with me," I hiss. "But it doesn't. Dimitri will come for me."
"We'll see about that. He'll have to find you first."
He steps closer. I can feel his breath through the canvas now, warm against the fabric. The scent of expensive cologne fills my nose.
"I've got big plans for you, don't worry," he says, and his hand slides in between my legs, "Big plans indeed."
I jerk my body away.
"Don't fucking touch me," I say, disgust rises up my throat, thick and bitter. I want to vomit.
I hear S scoff and walk away.
"You should be very afraid. He'll come."
Silence.
And then, "Keep her here," he says to someone. "We'll move her tonight."
