Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
I see the blood seeping from Georgi’s thigh as Petar asks, “How?”
“He used his legs,” Martin explains.
When Petar stalks toward me, I dart into the room and go to the cabinet. Keeping my head down, I get everything I’ll need to extract the bullet and stitch the wound closed.
“The next time you try something like that, I’ll remove your fucking leg,” Petar threatens Georgi.
A wave of nausea rolls through my stomach.
“No one gives him any food or water for the next two days.” After barking out the order, Petar leaves again, and I exhale a slow breath.
Turning away from the cabinet, the thought that Georgi can kill me crosses my mind, and my feet refuse to move forward.
Georgi notices and lets out a dark chuckle while looking at me. “Scared, little mouse?”
“Shut up!” Martin snaps, then he gestures with his gun for me to get to work.
As I walk to Georgi, my body starts to tremble and my mouth grows impossibly dry. Once I’m within reaching distance of him, he chuckles again, and it makes me jerk with fright.
“Hmm…don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not into breaking women’s necks.” My eyes dart to his face, then he adds, “I’m all about the love.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Martin hisses. “You fucking talk too much.”
Kneeling beside Georgi, I pray to all that’s holy, he doesn’t kill me. I clean the area around the wound, and my voice trembles as I warn him, “It’s going to hurt.”
“That should be a turn on for you,” he says, his tone still playful but with a dangerous undertone to it.
I press my lips together in a firm line and begin to dig the bullet out. Luckily for Georgi, it didn’t go too deep, but I’m still surprised when he doesn’t even grunt.
I clean the wound again before stitching the hole shut. Gathering my supplies, I climb back to my feet, and as I glance at Georgi’s face, I notice he’s lost some color.
Honestly, I feel he should get a saline drip, but I know mentioning it will only get me in trouble.
“Faster,” Martin snaps.
I hurry to put everything away, then rush out into the hallway and return to my room.
When I shut the door again, I slump back against the worn wood and close my eyes.
I wish I could hold Simi.
Chapter 6
Georgi
Well, shit, this is not how I saw my night going.
Glancing down at the stitches, my thigh on fucking fire, I let out a slow breath.
By now, Santino must be aware that I’m missing, and when I don’t answer my phone, he’ll contact Rosie to track me.
My eyes flick to the table where the broken pieces of my watch and phone are lying.
Rosie will be able to get the last cell tower my phone’s signal pinged off. At least they’ll know I’m in trouble because I would never leave without telling Santino where I’m going.
I hope Rosie finds CCTV footage of Boris and his men ambushing me outside the hotel.
I fired a shot. It should’ve drawn attention.
My family will find me.
My thoughts keep mulling over the shitty situation my dick got me into, and even though I’m tired and in pain, I know sleep isn’t going to come easily.
I hear someone snoring right outside the room, but the next moment, a woman’s blood-curdling scream rips through the air. It sounds really fucking close, and I wonder if more prisoners are being held here.
Another scream echoes into the room, then the snoring stops, and a few seconds later, a door bangs open. I hear the guard who shot me shout in Bulgarian, “Wake the fuck up. You’re making a noise.”
Weird.
Footsteps sound up out in the hallway, and the fucker glances into my room before he disappears again. It sounds like he’s making himself comfortable, and soon his snoring picks up once more.
A door creaks open, drawing my attention, and my eyes lock on the part of the hallway I can see from where I’m standing.
When Nina tiptoes into the room, a frown forms on my forehead.
She’s still wearing the jeans, T-shirt, and jacket from earlier. I notice the red marks on her cheek and around her neck again.
She’s the enemy, and I shouldn’t give a flying fuck about her, seeing as she’s the reason I’m shackled in Boris’ basement.
But…I hate that someone hurt her.
I watch as she comes toward me and remain silent while she checks my thigh. She moves quietly, getting the bucket, then uses it to stand on so she can inspect the wound on my head.
Nina seems satisfied that I’m not bleeding to death and quietly returns the bucket to beneath the table. I watch as she tiptoes to the doorway and glances out into the hallway before walking to a big metal sink across from the cabinet where the medical supplies are kept. She grabs a jug and slowly fills it with water before hurrying back to me.