Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“He drugged her.”
“Gordon said that’s what it sounded like to him, too,” Antonio answers. “I want you to tell me what you need and how I can help you, Vic.”
I clear my throat. “I need a crew of men and a jet. Gia’s stepbrother is apparently a Levkin.”
“Fuck, as in Ivan Levkin?”
“Worse, his older brother, Abram. I don’t know him, but from everything that EZ and Ghost have dug up, he’s tied into human trafficking and shit. Ghost is researching Levkin properties and holdings. I’ll go to every place they have and set it on fire if I have to.”
“I’ll text you when they take off. Keep your head, Vic. We’ll get her back.”
“Yeah,” I answer, hanging up and unable to say anything else. I just concentrate on looking over Ghost’s shoulder for information and praying that Gia is okay. If something happens to her, I won’t survive it.
angelina
. . .
I lay on the bed, feeling hopeless. I’m kicking myself for not listening to Victor. I know he’s probably worried to death. I hate that I can’t contact him. I asked the woman who brought my breakfast if I could borrow a phone, but she just shook her head no. I know Victor is looking for me. I don’t have any doubt about that. I just hope that when he finds me, I’m not somehow married to Sam. I wouldn’t do it willingly, but apparently my dear stepbrother isn’t above using drugs on me. God, how could I have been so blind? I never would have imagined that Sam would do something like this. I tense as the door opens. When Sam comes in smiling like he doesn’t have a care in the world, I pick up the TV remote on my nightstand and chuck it at him. Sam ducks and my damn throw was off the mark and goes wide.
I always did suck in PE class.
“I can see your mood hasn’t improved,” he says.
He looks like he doesn’t have a care in the world. He’s had a shower and is wearing a new suit, looking immaculate. I on the other hand haven’t changed, despite the fact that Sam somehow ordered me a whole new wardrobe and put it in the closet here. Everything still has tags on them. Who does that? The man is clearly deranged.
Sam walks over and I shrink further on the other side of the bed. I don’t want him anywhere near me. That clearly upsets him.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Angie. I’m doing everything I can to make you safe. You have no idea how complicated everything is.”
“It could have been simple if you just left me at my house!” I huff.
He lifts the cloche off my breakfast and shakes his head at the full plate of food underneath. “You need to stop acting like a child and eat something.”
“You drugged me, Sam. If you really think I’d be willing to eat anything you provide at this point, you’re more deranged than I already think you are.”
“Angie, you know I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“Correction. I used to know that. Then, you kidnapped me. Now, you think I can just trust you? No way, asshole.”
“I had hoped you’d be calmer this morning,” he says with a sigh.
“Oh, I’m calm,” I argue. “I’m just waiting for Victor to come and rescue me. When he does, he will kill you and I’m not even sure I’ll feel bad about that at this point.”
Sam laughs, proving he is insane. I wasn’t kidding. Victor will kill him.
“You need to face some facts. There’s no way Victorio will even find you. He doesn’t know who I am. You never told him my father’s name. I doubt he even knows my last name. Plus, our parents were never legally married. There’s nothing to lead him here.”
“You’re wrong,” I insist. “There will be something somewhere. Your father is too high profile. Victor won’t rest. He’ll turn over every stone to find me.”
“It is impossible, but if Victorio does show up, he’ll be walking into a trap. I won’t let my men kill him because it would hurt you, but I’m warning you, Angie. I won’t let him stop me. I have to do this. It’s the only way I can protect you and make everything up to you. I wasn’t there to protect you years ago. I let you get hurt and I’m going to make sure that never happens again.”
“What—”
“Even if I have to force you to accept me, you will do it, Angie.”
“In your dreams,” I huff.
“I’ll be up later, so we can eat dinner together.”
“Save yourself some trouble. I’m not touching your food.”
“Wrong. You will eat it, even if I have to hand feed it to you.”
“Try, and I’ll bite your fingers off,” I drawl.
He gives me a look of utter confusion and frustration. He lets out a grunt and then stomps out, locking my door.