Page 6 of Santa Daddy
Said something in Russian that sounded like he was swallowing glass.
Konstantin's hand found my arm again. Yanked me forward.
"Move."
He dragged me through the trees. I stumbled after him, bells screaming, barely keeping my feet under me.
I tried to pull free. "Let go?—"
His grip tightened. "You want me to let go?" He didn't slow. "Fine. I let go, they put bullet in your head. That better?"
No. Fuck. No.
I stopped fighting.
We reached a parking structure. Black Mercedes SUV waiting in shadows.
Yakov climbed in front. The other man beside him.
Konstantin opened the back door. His hand between my shoulder blades, shoving.
I tried to resist. Planted my feet.
He didn't ask twice.
Just picked me up and tossed me inside like I weighed nothing.
The leather was ice against my thighs.
He slid in beside me before I could scramble away.
Too close. His thigh pressed against mine. His arm stretched across the back of the seat.
Caging me.
The locks engaged.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
I lunged for the door handle.
It didn't budge.
"Child locks," Konstantin said, pulling out his phone. "You think I'm stupid?"
We pulled into traffic.
My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I pressed them between my knees but the trembling spread through my whole body.
Konstantin typed on his phone. Ignored me.
"Let me out." My voice cracked.
He didn't look up.
"I said let me?—"
"I heard you." Still typing. "I'm ignoring you."
