Page 39 of Disgraced (Russian Sinners 3)

“Why not?” I asked. “And where are we going?”

“I’m not giving you a chance to kill me from behind,” he muttered. That must be the most this guy had ever spoken. “Somewhere safe,” he added. I frowned, wondering what that had to do with anything and then remembered I asked him where we were going.

“Why did you kidnap me?”

“Go back to sleep,” he ordered. “We’ll be there in two hours.”

Like I could go back to sleep! The only reason I slept was because he knocked me out. God, Anastasia.

“Did you kidnap Anastasia too?” I asked, half hopeful and the other half dreading. Who the hell was this man that my father arranged my marriage to? He was resorting to kidnapping. That cannot possibly be good.

“Who’s Anastasia?” he replied with the question. The way he asked it made me think he had no idea who I was talking about. I wished I could see his face, it was easier to read people’s expressions than the tone of their voice.

Shit, did my future husband hurt Sergei?

I would never forgive him if he did. My heart squeezed in fear. I had fallen for Sergei, hoping like a fool for a happy ending with him. I knew better but it still didn’t stop me from dreaming. I sent silent prayers to whoever was listening.Please let Sergei be safe.

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