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His words scare the living shit out of me, mainly because I know he isn’t bluffing. The guys will absolutely stop at nothing to find me, to try to get me back. When they do, they will be walking into their own death trap. I wish I could tell them, beg them not to come for me, to forget me. My fate is already sealed, it sounds like it has been from conception, but theirs doesn’t have to be.

Maxim’s hand begins drifting across my skin, skating down my stomach before slipping beneath my ass, kneading it in his hands.

“Wh-at are you doing? Don’t touch me!”

“Krasotka, I told you. What is a man expected to do when such beauty is laid out before him like a feast?”

“You’re disgusting! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Reminisce about the past in your body until you’re no longer of any use to me.”

Tears spring to my eyes as his hand skates around to cup my pussy, forcing my thighs apart no matter how hard I try to keep them together.

“P-please. Don’t do this. I’m her daughter. Y-you loved her, right? She wouldn’t want you to do this.”

“Mmm, you are. Let’s hope you have your mother’s cunt,” he says before peeling my thighs open more, preparing to shove a finger inside me.

Before he can, the guard from the door comes up behindhim, hitting him in the back of the head with the butt of his gun. He hits him again and again until Maxim falls to the ground. My eyes look up to the intimidating man, my body shaking as he stands over me.

I try to choke out words, to ask him what’s going on when he pulls out a knife, slicing me free from my restraints, before offering me a pair of sweatpants that are four sizes too big and a T-shirt that drowns me.

Silently, I get dressed quickly before he takes my elbow, guiding me to the door.

“What are you doing? Where are you taking me?” I finally ask.

He opens the door, sticking his head out and looking both ways before pulling me with him.

“Away.” His thick Russian accent rolls.

“Why?” I whisper, unsure if there are others around.

“Dominic has secured my loyalties.”

Dom. My sweet, brilliant man. Relief begins to slowly consume the gut-wrenching fear inside of me when the man escorts me to a running car in the front driveway. He opens the back door, holding it for me before looking from side to side.

“Thank y?—”

Pop. Pop. Pop.

Suddenly, the man’s body is riddled with bullet holes. His body jerks in response before collapsing to the ground. Three guards similarly dressed close in on us, or, I guess, me, before shooting the awaiting driver in the front. They begin yelling at me in Russian, and I don’t speak a lick of it, but I have enoughcommon sense to show them my hands and get on my knees.

My arms shake as I sink to the floor, knowing that the best chance I had at escape has now slipped through my fingers. Not only will I not make it out of this, if Dom and Zay come for me, I don’t think they will either.

Chapter Fifty-One

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My legs and arms are tied now. I’m strapped to a chair, much like how Zayden tied Jim up. I’m not in the bedroom anymore, but instead in some kind of musty basement. The room around me is a literal jail cell with bars and everything, and I even spot a puddle of fresh blood on the ground.

I sit down here, for I don’t know how long until the opening of the cell has my head whipping up, only to have me sinking back into the chair as far as I can, desperate to put as much room betweenus as possible.

When Maxim moves through the room, I don’t see the extent of his injuries until the moonlight catches on his face, revealing a rapidly swelling and bleeding face. His jaw is granite, eyes manic as he winds back his fist and punches me across the face. He hits me again and again until I’m spitting out blood before gripping a handful of the sweatshirt. He yanks me toward him as close as I can go while still being strapped to the chair.

“You stupid fucking bitch! I don’t know how you got him to turn on me, but make no mistake, I’m going to enjoy destroying you more than my fucking brother ever did.”

He pulls out a knife, cutting a line in the crotch of my sweatpants before pulling out his alarmingly small cock. He lowers himself to line up with me when a knife sinks into his shoulder, pausing his movements as he stumbles. Another knife sinks into his shoulder, a few inches shy of his throat, before Zayden runs into the room, like the devil himself, nothing but wrath and murder covering his features.

Dominic is right on his heels, his eyes coming to me first. I must look pretty bad because the look he gives me is one of absolute horror and devastation before it quickly turns to rage. Zayden closes the distance between him and Maxim just as Maxim yanks one of the knives out of his shoulder and swings at Zayden. He dodges Maxim’s swing easily, but the evil monster doesn’t stop, backing Zayden against the wall as he continues to land hit after hit.

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