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When I glance up again, I spot the twins still watching me, like predators who are waiting for their next move. Without warning, they both stalk towards me again, their movements fluid and predatory. One twin steps forward, taking hold of my arm as he guides me up from the chair. Again, I stumble, my legs still shaky, but I manage to stay on my feet.
Together, we walk back into the room I woke up in, and I can’t help but sink down onto the floor once we’re inside. My breath is coming out in shallow gasps as the exhaustion hits me hard, then both brothers drop down to their knees in front of me.
My chest squeezes, and my eyes widen.
“Please tell me.” I whisper breathlessly. “Why have you taken me?”
One laughs, but it’s not a pleasant sound.
It’s low, and it’s dark, and it sends a shiver down my spine. The other brother only shakes his head, his lips turning up at the corners, almost like he finds this all amusing.
The brother with the lip ring speaks first.
“Like I’ve already said, beauty, we want you.”
The other brother continues speaking.
“And we have you. What don’t you understand, darling?”
My bottom lip trembles as I blink furiously, trying my best not to cry.
“But why?” I whisper, feeling my throat becoming dry. “Why me?!”
They refuse to answer me.
Swallowing down my sobs, I shake my head slightly, the dizziness making my thoughts scatter all over. Slowly, the vision in front of me begins to split, like I’m seeing double now.
Two men become four; two pairs of identical faces staring straight at me, the same cold expression on all four faces.
I find it hard to breathe, becausewhywould they ever wantme?
Russians…Bratva…
There may have been an alliance between the Russians and the Italians, but I have no idea why they would risk breaking that by takingme.Even if we’re no longer part of it, I still grew up in the Mafia as a princess, and there’s no way the Don wouldeverlet this slide. .
It’s betrayal.
“You’re Bratva.” I croak out, my eyes soon filling with tears. “What use am I to you?”
Their expressions harden at the sound of that word falling from my lips.
The silence that follows is deafening, and my heart skips a beat as fear rushes through my veins, seizing my lungs.
I should have realised it sooner.
I have no idea why I didn’t.
The Bratva.
The Russian mafia.
They’ve taken me, and now I’m trapped.
I’m a prisoner of theirs.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.