Page 140 of Sinful Promise

“No matter what. I Promise. I’ll always be here for you, littlebrat.”

The memory is burned into my soul.

I’ve done my part, kept my word. And all I can hope now is that he keeps his.

But no matter what, Emily is still in danger, and I can’t just sit tight and wait for someone who might or might not remember something that happened over ten years ago.

I just can’t trust anyone else to save the woman I love.

So, I have to move. Now.

I catch the muffled sound of Igor talking to the guard outside the door before his footsteps disappear. The second they do, I get to my feet and take each end of the bloodied rope in my hands.

Igor might think he just outsmarted the Koslovs, but little does he know that he just gave me the ultimate weapon.

He didn’t lock the door.

I sneak across the room and peer through the tiny window to look at the guard standing outside. I don’t recognize him as one of the men who beat the shit out of me before, but he seems to be of a similar height and build.

This is not going to be easy.

My body hurts, and the blow to my head is making me a little lightheaded on my feet. I just have to hope that the adrenaline gets me through this, otherwise I am well and truly fucked.

Before I can think too much about my lack of odds, I throw open the door and wrap the rope around the guard’s neck.

Strangulation is the perfect way to kill him without drawing any attention. It’ll be quick, but more importantly, it’ll be silent. I don’t want to alert any of Igor’s men that I’m free before I at least have a gun in my hands.

Instantly, his hands go to his throat as he fights against the rope.

He might be bigger than me, but his oxygen is going to run out soon, and that’ll weaken him enough to make this an even fight.

He tries his best to elbow me in the ribs as he claws at the rope, and he manages to catch me a few times, but I take the hit without so much as a grunt.

I tighten the rope even more to try and speed this up.

We look to be at the end of a long corridor with no other doors, which means that Emily isn’t here. I’m likely going to pass a few more men as I search for her, so I need to conserve my energy.

“Fucking die already, will you?” I grunt as the guard continues to try and hit me.

But eventually, his attempts become feeble, and he starts to sway on his feet.

“That’s it.”

It doesn’t take long for the guard's legs to give out, and I quickly grab him under the arms to break his fall.

His lips have turned blue, and his eyes are open and unseeing.

I eye the angry red mark around his neck from the rope, but I feel nothing.

Anyone who stands in the way of me getting to Emily deserves to die.

With one quick look to make sure I’m still alone, I quickly pat the guard down and pull out his handgun.

I check the magazine.

Full. Perfect.

I pocket the gun as well as the bloodied rope and get to my feet.

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