Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Again, Rodian walks to the hackers’ hall and looks at something before coming back. Placing his hand on my shoulder, he whispers, “I’ll reach out to Christiano and hang around to make sure nothing else happens to you.”
Shocked, my lips part. “Why would you do that?”
“Because it’s time for a new Pakhan.” He shakes his head. “Shit like this has to stop.” He squeezes my shoulder. “Give me a few days. I’ll get you out of here.”
I’m so desperate I don’t think to question him, and when my chin quivers from the hope flooding my chest, Rodian pats my cheek gently.
“I’m sorry this happened, Rosie. It’s not how I do things. Just go along with whatever I do and say.”
Yeah, I’m not so sure about that.
The guard, Mikhail, comes back with a small bottle, which he hands to Rodian, who says, “Eyedrops. Put some in.” He sets it down on the desk.
Not wasting time, I reach for it and take off the cap. I quickly put a few drops in each eye, then keep them shut.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
I hear footsteps, then Danil says, “I hear you’ll be staying for a while? The accommodations aren’t too great.”
“Just give me a fucking room.” Suddenly I’m grabbed by my arm and hauled to my feet.
I struggle to see anything when I pry my eyes open, then Rodian says, “I’m taking her for entertainment.”
The hell he is!
While I yank against his grip, Danil argues, “That’s not why she’s here.”
“Are you giving me orders?” Rodian growls, tugging me against his chest. When I smell sandalwood and spices, my heart shrivels once more as the thought of Enzo pops into my head.
“No. It’s just…” Danil lets out a sigh. “We’ll lose money.”
I keep blinking like crazy while Rodian’s fingers bite into my arm.
“How much does she bring in a day? That amount on the board? A hundred mil?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll pay it. It’s not every day I get to fuck a capo.”
I’m yanked forward and have no choice but to walk as Rodian forces me out of the hall where I’ve been working my ass off, then he shouts, “Why am I still waiting to be shown to a fucking room?”
The chains make it impossible for me to move any faster, and it has him swiping me off my feet and up into his arms.
I hear footsteps pound on the floor as someone runs past us while saying something in Russian.
When I feel Rodian’s breath near my face, I jerk, but before I can pull away, he whispers, “Just go along with it. You’re safe.”
I remain tense as hell in his arms, and finally my vision begins to return, but then he steps out of the building, and I’m hit with bright sunlight.
“Jesus,” I whimper as my eyes slam shut again.
It feels like he walks to the other side of the damn prison before we enter another building and I’m able to see where we are.
We’re following Mikhail down a long hallway with doors on either side, then the guard stops in front of one and shoves it open.
Rodian steps inside and kicks the door shut before setting me down on my feet.
I sway from the sudden motion.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I shake my head as a wave of nausea rolls through my stomach, and glancing around, I run to the sink, but as I heave, nothing comes out.
It goes on for so long that my ribs hurt, and when it finally stops, I slump down to the floor.
“Christ,” Rodian grumbles, then he picks me up again and carries me to a bed that’s pushed up against a wall. When I tense up, he says, “I’m not going to hurt you. The last thing I need is the Cosa Nostra hunting me for the rest of my life.”
The urge to cry wells in my chest, but I use the meager strength I have to fight it back.
Rodian sits down on the side of the bed, his blue gaze sweeping over me. “You look like shit.”
An empty-sounding chuckle bursts over my cracked lips. “Thanks. It’s the five-star treatment your people have given me.”
He pulls his phone out, then asks, “What is Christiano’s number?”
“Huh?” My head pops up.
“Give me his number so I can call him.”
My heartbeat speeds up, and strength flows through my body as I move into a sitting position. My blurry gaze jumps between his phone and face. “Are you serious?”
“Does it look like I’m fucking joking?”
No.
Frowning at him, I mutter, “The Bratva will be able to track the call. What game are you playing at?”
“Give me more credit than that. The device is encrypted.”
Oh my God!
Wait. This might be the only call I get.
“Christiano might not answer.” My voice cracks over the words while my pulse speeds up even faster. “Call his underboss. Enzo.”
“Fine. Number?”