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I’m on the fifth day of my hunger strike. They bring me food and water three times a day, but I don’t touch anything except water. I would rather die of starvation than willingly marry my father’s killer.
“Because her name is Angelina Sofia Sandoval,” I say. “She’s Manny Sandoval’s daughter, Roman.”
“Okay.” I head upstairs. “But you should know one thing. I’m keeping her, Roman.”
“If anyone else was involved, I want the list. I’m free this weekend.”
“Free for what?”
“To behead each and every one of them.”
“When Sergei is provoked, people die, Angelina. Which is why, if you find him zoned out again, as you put it, you should stay back.”
I look down at Angelina, who is walking at my side, and barely manage to stifle a laugh. She’s been feigning disinterest, but she’s been inspecting the neighborhood while we’ve been strolling. The little fox is planning her escape route. It’s hilarious.
Hahah
Consider your late wife before you even think about tangling yourself up with this girl.”
“I don’t like child molesters.” I raise the gun and shoot him in the center of his ugly mug.
“No more killing off our buyers, Sergei. You hear me?”
“I’ll try my best.”
There is something about her . . . something that makes my demons sleep.
“Not really. I need a few days to gather more strength, then I’ll try running away again.”
Haha
“Tell me, do all your hostages get the same treatment?”
“Me carrying them around when they’re tired?”
“Yup.”
“You’re my first. I’m still going through a learning curve.” I look down at her. “But you seem to be a pro in the hostage business.”
“I saw you smuggling the steak knife into the bedroom after lunch yesterday,” I say and feel her tense up in my arms. “I also found the cleaver you keep under the mattress. Albert is particular with his favorite kitchen gadget shit. He’ll go ballistic if he sees the cleaver gone. Can you swap it with the santoku knife? He never uses that one.”
“How . . .” She
didn’t I take them away?” I smile. “Why would I? You haven’t tried anything with them so far. And I think it’s cute.”
“Me keeping a meat cleaver under the mattress is . . . cute?”
“Very.”
“You’re weird.”
Never presume someone is dead until he’s sporting a hole in his head. That’s my motto. It even rhymes.
If the shipment had been intercepted by one of the rival Mexican cartels, and they found me on that truck, I would have been raped—probably multiple times—and then sold.
“Yup. It’s worked great for me in the past.” He smiles. “I blackmailed my wife into marrying me. Twice.”
“Just stay where you are for the next couple of months. Let’s make it six months, that’s my favorite blackmail period.”
Hehe
“Sergei was black ops?” “A side unit. An experimental project where they took in teenagers no one would miss, usually homeless, and trained them into becoming operatives for the government’s missions.”
“Sergei is a professional hitman, Miss Sandoval.”
Did she just call the Russian pakhan kitten?
Hihi yes she did
My demons are somehow afraid of scaring her, so they withdraw when she is near.
“I will eliminate anyone who might pose even the slightest threat to you, Angelina. If I, even for a second, suspected that he recognized you, he would have been dead.”
“No one. Threatens. Your. Safety,”
“Are you having sex while you’re on the phone with me?”
HAhahaa
“I’m keeping you, lisichka,” I say against her lips and slam in her again. “You’re mine.”
“You are a strange breed.”
“I’m probably the most boring person I know.”
“You are the farthest thing from boring, baby.”
“Your brother said I look like a librarian.”
“I have no idea how a librarian is supposed to look, but if it’s like this . . .”
“Then, librarians are mind-blowingly sexy little things.”
“Your demons don’t scare me,”
“Well, I don’t plan on running, Sergei. In fact, I plan on coming even closer and holding you until you come back from wherever you go.” Her mouth finds mine, and as her lips explore, I forget about the blood and the killings for a moment. The rage I’ve lived with constantly for so long recedes.
“Did it ever occur to you that, maybe, if everyone stopped treating him like he’s a wild animal, he may get better?”
“Because, when you look at me, I remember I’m still alive.”
“You’re the only thing that keeps my darkness away, lisichka.”
“I’m so in love with you,” he whispers
“Or find another supplier, because I’ll be killing Diego while I’m down there.”
“I think they threatened to kill you,” Felix says. I stare at the paused recording, my eyes glued to Angelina’s frightened face, and smile. “I’m going to slaughter them all.”
