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)
Thank you for saving my precious daughter.
With Georgi out cold and leaning heavily into me, I glance over all the bruises on his body. The raw wounds around his wrists are going to take a while to heal. I need to clean them as soon as possible.
My first instinct is to make sure he doesn’t get an infection and die. It’s ingrained so deeply into me from the many men I’ve had to tend to in that torture chamber.
Only then does the realization sink in that I did the unthinkable. While I was still reeling from Anton raping me in front of Georgi, I didn’t think clearly and freed him. When he killed the guards, I ran to get to Simi.
The memory of Ivan letting go of her shudders through me, and I place my arm over her tiny body, pulling her tighter against me.
Suddenly, the SUV turns, and when I glance ahead, I see big gates swinging open.
We’re driven up the driveway, then the vehicle is brought to a stop in front of a mansion. Mr. Torrisi quickly gets out and opens the door on Georgi’s side before leaning in and grabbing hold of his son.
The other three men who were on the second floor with us come running to help, and when they haul Georgi out of the SUV, Mr. Torrisi barks, “Come, Nina!”
I pick Simi up as I scoot out of the backseat, and when I stand up, a woman comes running out of the mansion. “Georgi!” she cries, her face deathly pale. “Is he alive?”
“He’s just out cold,” Mr. Torrisi informs her.
I watch as she walks with them, concern etched deep into her beautiful features.
Wondering if she’s his girlfriend, I reluctantly follow them into the mansion, every nerve in my body on alert.
A weird feeling ripples through me, and I recognize it as jealousy. Georgi has been mine to take care of, but knowing that’s not my place anymore makes me feel a sense of loss.
I’m still kind of on automatic pilot as they carry Georgi into a room, and I stand to the side while they place him on a bed.
The woman takes hold of his hand and brushes her palm over his forehead. “Wake up. Please.”
When Atanas Petkov comes into the room with what looks like a first aid kit, the urge to tend to Georgi wars with my need to hide from the head of the Bulgarian mafia.
My need for survival wins out, and I slightly turn my back to him, hoping he doesn’t notice Simi and me.
“Nina,” Georgi suddenly mumbles, and my head snaps up, my gaze locking on him.
Seeing his eyes are open, but he looks dazed, I remain standing near the corner. I dare a glance at Atanas, but then luck abandons me once more, as his dark eyes lock on me.
My arms tighten around Simi, and I begin to shake my head.
“Georgi?” the woman asks.
“Hey,” he murmurs lovingly. “I’m okay.”
“You don’t look okay,” she sobs while my gaze remains imprisoned by Atanas Petkov.
“Where is your father?” he asks, his tone promising nothing but endless days of pain.
My mouth dries right up, and I begin to tremble as I reply with a pleading tone, “I don’t know.”
Atanas takes threatening steps toward me, and as I cringe back, Mr. Torrisi darts between us. “No one touches them.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Georgi struggling into a sitting position. “Come here, Nina.”
I don’t hesitate for a second and rush to where the woman is still standing beside the bed.
She gives me a questioning look before turning it on Georgi.
“She’s Boris Pavlov’s daughter. She will know where his hiding spots are,” Atanas says. “We should get the information out of her as quickly as possible.”
Georgi locks eyes with me. “Do you know where he is?” I quickly shake my head, and it has him glaring at Atanas. “She doesn’t know.”
“She could be lying,” he argues.
“She isn’t!” Georgi snaps.
“Let’s talk outside while Georgi gets his wounds treated,” Mr. Torrisi says, and luckily, Atanas leaves the room with him.
Georgi slumps back and inhales a heavy breath, his eyes flicking between the woman and me. “Nina, this is Raya, my sister.”
Oh.
When Santino opens the first aid kit and begins to dig around in it, Georgi says, “Nina will take care of me.”
Figuring as long as I’m of use to Georgi, Simi and I will be spared from being tortured, I quickly set her down on the bed and reach for the antiseptic bottle and some gauze.
“Before you get started, I need to shower,” Georgi informs me as he begins to move off the bed.
“What if you pass out?” Raya asks as she moves closer to help him up.
“I’ll be with him,” Santino replies, coming around the bed.
I quickly drop the items on the covers and pick up my daughter. Scurrying out of the way, we end up by the window.