Page 176 of Fall into Savagery

It made me almost want to shut up and not draw attention to myself.

But I needed to get out of here, preferably when Agnello was too drunk out of his head.

“What?” she asked harshly.

“Nikolay. He doesn’t talk about you. He doesn’t even care about you anymore. The only reason he was looking for you for the past six years was for his kids.”

She stood up, and I flinched back.

“You’re fucking wrong. He still loves me. He joined the Bratva to get me back. He knew I always wanted him to, so he did it to get my attention.”

I laughed through my split lip, ignoring the sting.

I held up my hand, where my engagement ring sparkled in the moonlight between us. “No, he doesn’t.”

She clumsily came toward me like I wanted, the small knife held out in front of her body.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me up to a standing position. I worked hard to find my balance and looked her in the eye.

“He loves me,” I gritted out. “They all do. And he will never come back to a used up, dried up, crack whore.”

Her eyes flared in anger, and when she let out a small scream in rage, I threw my entire weight on her.

She might be taller than me, but I outweighed her by at least twenty pounds.

We both stumbled to the ground, with me on top of her.

I let out a small groan and quickly moved off, trying to get back to a sitting position.

The rope made my position awkward, but when I finally managed it, I looked around for her knife and found it lying on the floor to her left, about three feet away.

I squirmed my way toward it, looking back to see Alina on the ground when I finally got the knife in my hand.

I quickly cut the ropes from my legs, then brought the handle up to my mouth and held it there, cutting the ropes from my hands.

It took a little longer than I would have liked, and when I was finally free, I didn’t wait. I got to my feet and ran toward the entrance.

I was halfway there when someone grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back.

“You bitch! He said we’re not going to kill you, but I’m going to fuck up your face!” Alina screamed.

I shoved her hand away from me and tried to run away once more. I was hoping the drugs would slow her down, but she caught up to me soon enough.

I turned around and swung the knife awkwardly.

She jumped back and looked between me and the knife.

At least her self-preservation kicked in, and she was keeping her distance.

I swung the knife again, hoping I looked like I knew what I was doing in her befuddled mind.

It seemed to help.

I took a step forward, and she stumbled back.

Her eyes widened when she tripped on what looked like a thick metal sheet protruding from the floor. She let out a small scream, her hands reaching out for me.

I rushed forward, but it was too late.

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