The Kidnapping of Roan Sinclair

by Ashlyn Drewek

“I love the way you fuck me,”

I knew that now, especially now that I’d disgraced myself by giving in. The only hope was to distance myself from it, from Roan, before the degeneracy ruined me completely.

“I think I have a problem,” I said, staring at the ceiling above his bed. Sasha propped himself on his elbow, frowning. “What problem? Tell me. I’ll fix it.”

“After I get whatever’s in that safety deposit box, I still... want to see you.” He inhaled a deep breath and folded his arms over his chest, turning his attention to the corner of the room while I continued. “Don’t act like I’m the only one who feels this way.” “I don’t feel any way,” he said, completely monotone. “Bullshit.” His gaze snapped back to mine, as hard and unreadable as his voice.

“What?” he snapped, his blue eyes darkening. “What do you want from me? You have what you came for. You don’t need me anymore. And you were the one who said after this, we’d say goodbye. So why the fuck won’t you leave me alone?”

Resting my forehead against his, I closed my eyes, keeping my hands on either side of his face. “I’m not going anywhere, Solnyshko.”

“The daughter of the most powerful boss in Chicago.” He swallowed thickly and nudged me toward the door. “We need to go. Now.”

tamping down the desire to drive to the flower shop and see this boy with eyeliner for myself. It would have to wait — at least until I got my current issue squared away.

“So you’re kidnapping me again?” He shot me a look out of the corner of his eye, smirking. “Think of it as… sleepover.” “You’re not funny,” I huffed, slinking down in my seat and crossing my arms.

“Rule #3. No weapons in the bedroom.” “This isn’t the bedroom,” I countered. “Wherever you’re getting your dick sucked is the bedroom from now on.”

“You’re mine, Solnyshko,” Sasha said, tearing his mouth from mine and fixing me with one of his piercing looks, the kind that saw straight to my soul. “Yes?” I blinked and nodded, despite the fact I was still trying to work out what, exactly, he was saying. “From now on, you are mine,” he repeated in a growl. The words reverberated from his chest into mine, solidifying that they were real and not just my imagination. “No one else’s. Do you understand?”

“Such a nice boy.” She smiled at me before sneering at Sasha. “Not like this filthy Moskal.” “You forget, I know where you sleep, you crazy old woman,” Sasha snapped.

“She’s, like, ninety years old! Leave her alone.” “You don’t know what she said.” “Sticks and stones, man.” “You’re saying I should stone her to death or beat her with a stick?” “What? No! That is not what I’m saying! Jesus! It’s an expression.”

I didn’t see red. I surpassed red. I saw fucking black.

The Wolf was off the leash and those motherfuckers had no idea what hell was coming for them.

“I’m going to take you apart, piece by fucking piece, you spineless little shit.”

Ivan learned I kept my word. I took him apart, piece by piece. Toes, feet, sections of his legs, his dick, his balls, the rest of his fingers. The pieces were piled up in a heap, coagulated blood forming a dark red puddle around them. Between the trimming, I took the time to electrocute him, leaving burn marks over his torso, so I knew he felt the pain in every molecule of his body.

“No, he’s still an asshole,” I snapped, but a smile pulled at the corner of my mouth. “But he’s my asshole. He’s actually funny. He cares, in his intense, overprotective way. And he understands people a lot more than I originally gave him credit for, even if he thinks feelings are all bullshit.”

So shut the fuck up. Roan is a big boy. He can make his own decisions without you chiming in like a nagging wife. Sorry he’s gay, but he can’t be your emotional boyfriend for the rest of his damn life.”

“I kneel for no one,” I repeated, gazing up at Roan, “except the one I love.”

Was this really fucking happening right now? Not only were we both alive, miraculously, but Roan used our near-death experience to fucking network?!

“I already told you — I’m a wolf too. It’s easier to survive when you have a pack.”