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)
Interesting. Very fucking interesting.
Standing on the tips of her toes, she places her hand on the side of my neck and holds the jug to my mouth. I drink all the water, knowing I won’t get anything for a long while.
Her eyes touch on mine, but before I can give her a questioning look, she turns around and places the jug back by the sink before sneaking out of the room.
Nina said Boris is her father, and she helped him to ambush me, but she just went against the other asshole’s order and gave me water.
Hmm…I think it’s safe to assume things aren’t good between father and daughter. Maybe I can get Nina to free me.
My eyebrow lifts, but the sting reminds me of the cut, and I relax my features.
Just then, I hear a door shut and movement on the other side of the wall. There’s a soft cough, and turning my head, I look at the gray concrete as I realize the sound came from Nina.
Was she the one who screamed like that?
Why?
Question after question pops into my mind, but I find no answers as the muscles in my shoulders and back start to take heavy strain from the uncomfortable position.
Eventually, my thoughts turn to Raya and the rest of the family. Nothing better happen to my sister while I’m stuck here.
Fuck.
She will probably reach out to Petkov.
A disgruntled expression settles on my face when I think of the head of the Bulgarian mafia getting his hands on my sister.
I look up at the shackles again and twist my hands, trying to pull free from the steel, but it’s no use and only chafes my skin raw.
Letting out a sigh, I glance around the floor, looking for a weapon I can use, but everything is out of my reach.
Well, Georgi, I think it’s safe to say you’re fucked.
After a very uncomfortable night and a fucking long day, my muscles ache and the wounds throb.
Other than listening to the guards' conversations, which I don’t understand, and hearing some movement in the room beside mine, things have been quiet.
I think I’ve been missing close to twenty-four hours, so there’s a good chance the other capos and Dad are in Bulgaria already.
The thought brings me some peace, knowing Raya won’t be alone for very long.
After we were adopted, it took a year before I allowed my sister to sleep in her own bedroom. Until my late teens, Dad was the only man I trusted alone with her.
When asked why I’m so overprotective of her, I don’t have an answer. It’s just always been that way.
Maybe it’s because I carried her out of the burning building where we lost our parents, and it mentally fucked with me, thinking that if I let go of her, she’d die as well.
Who knows.
Footsteps sound up, drawing me out of my thoughts. Lifting my head, I look at the doorway.
When Boris comes in with a bunch of guards. He looks pissed off, and it makes me grin at him. “Aww…did I kill one of your favorites?”
He shoots me a dark glare and comes to stand in front of me. “Tell me about the meeting. I want to know everything you and Petkov talked about.”
I lock eyes with the bastard right before I take advantage of the few inches I’m able to move, head-butting him.
Boris staggers backward, his hand flying up to his face. Because he’s much shorter, I didn’t hit his nose, but at least I managed to daze him.
Something slams hard into the back of my knees, and my legs give way, my body weight putting sudden strain on my arms and wrists.
There’s another brutal blow to my lower back, and this time I can’t suppress the grunt.
Boris recovers, and coming at me, he slams his fist into my jaw.
The beating lasts for painful minutes, and by the time Boris holds up his hand for the men to stop, I can’t get my feet beneath me and hang by the chains.
A slurred chuckle escapes me as my vision blurs, and I manage to say, “I’m not telling you shit.”
I’m surprised when Boris and the men leave, but not even seconds later, I hear a door slamming open, then he snaps, “Fix up the fucker.”
I struggle to lift my head and lean it against my bicep, my eyes on the doorway.
The moment Nina rushes in, seeing her does something weird to me. Strength surges back into my body, and as concern flashes over her beautiful face, I manage to find my footing.
She grabs the bucket and hauls it closer before going to the cabinet to get whatever she needs, tucking a couple of things into her jacket’s pockets.
She’s still wearing the same clothes as last night.
Coming back to me, she climbs on the bucket and tilts her head back.