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My expression darkened when we locked eyes, and his lips twisted into a self-satisfied grin. His men flanked around him as he walked over to us, rubbing his hands together.
“Well, would you look at that?” he began. “If it isn’t my favorite duo in the family.” Vika stopped before us, laughing. “You know, when they told me the VIP area was taken, I never expected I’d run into you two.”
We exchanged glances but said nothing.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in Russia?” he asked Karik.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in prison already?”
Vika let out a sarcastic laugh. “Very funny.”
“What’re you doing here?” I asked him.
“Why, you wanna hit me again?” He glared at me, then scanned the area for a moment. “I don’t see your little whore around.”
My jaw tightened, triggered by his insult. But before I could react, Karik caught my eye, signaling me to let it go. For now.
“But to answer your question,” he continued, his eyes locked on mine. “I’m here to cool off because some stupid lawyer chick is dragging me to court. She’s dug up an old case I buried long ago and is suing me for human trafficking.”
My heart sank. The look in his eyes and the evil grin on his face made my pulse race. I knew exactly who the lawyer was and why he had that smug smirk on his lips.
“She has no idea who she’s dealing with,” he added, staring right at me as if trying to get a reaction out of me. “I’ll bury her before she takes me to court.”
“Who’s the lawyer you’re talking about?” Karik asked him.
“Why don’t you ask your brother?” he replied, still holding my gaze. “I’m pretty sure he knows her better than anyone else.”
My fingers clenched into a fist, and my grip tightened around my glass. Vika was pushing too hard, forgetting that I was the last person he wanted to make an enemy of.
My face twisted into a frown, my mind reeling with unanswered questions.
What the fuck did he plan to do to her?
Chapter 15 — Kiera
Two months, one week, and three days. That was how long it had been since I left Nial’s mansion. He never called, never texted, never even showed up at my place. He just moved on with his life as though I never existed, like I never mattered.
With each passing day, my hatred for that man grew stronger. He’d stepped into my life and almost ruined everything I spent years building. My career. What did he think was going to happen after he “set me free”?
Adjusting to my old life wasn’t smooth at all. Luckily for me, my desk was still reserved. I could’ve come clean about my kidnapping and even gone to the cops for help. I knew his face, his name, and what organization he worked for.
But I knew the difference between bravery and stupidity. Nial Tarasov already made it clear that he owned half the city. The man had eyes and ears everywhere. He had moles in every office who reported to him daily.
Going to the cops would’ve only made things worse for me. Because even ifhedidn’t come for my head, someone else in his organization would.
I had to make up a story about why I was absent from work for weeks. I told my supervisor that I’d come down with a strange illness on my grandma’s farm. I told her we didn’t have Wi-Fi there and that there was no signal at all. That was why I couldn’t reach out.
She bought the story. Even sympathized with me and asked whether I was fit to resume work.
Two things. Either she genuinely believed my story, or she knew the truth and decided to play dumb. For all I knew, she might be working for Nial and the Bratva.
Nobody at the office questioned my story. They all just seemed glad to have me back. However, having experiencedwhat I did as Nial’s prisoner, adjusting to my normal life seemed a bit difficult.
I began to question everything I thought I stood for, wondering whether it was worth it. I started to pay more attention to details in everything I did or saw. Nothing was black and white anymore. I knew that for sure.
The office that had once been my safe haven now felt strangely unfamiliar. It seemed like everyone around me was faking it: forced smiles, hidden glances, and hushed conversations.
Was I the only person here who wasn’t bought over?
