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  “Konstantin, you and Abram will keep a lookout. You’ll be her body guards in a sense. Make sure that she keeps her mouth shut. She is to practice, and that is it. If she even looks at someone the wrong way, I am to know. If any of the Dmitrievs attempt to reach out to her, I am to know. If she is hurt, or if she escapes while in your care, you will die. I’ve already spoke to Abram, and he is one of my most trusted. You on the other hand, you need to be tested, and I figured this would be the best way to do it.”

  I nod. “Of course.”

  “One last thing,” he murmurs before pouring us each a shot. “If you touch her, if you look at her wrong or if you put your dick near her, you will suffer. I will not make death an easy feat. I will make you work for it—and believe me, you will work for it after what I will do to you if you fuck with my wife. Are we clear?”

  “Da. Konechno.” Yes. Of course. I respond simply as I lift the shot glass. “I am here to work.”

  Dimitri eyes my raised glass tentatively before he clinks his against it. “Excellent.”

  I pace David Dmitrievs office as my heart thunders in my chest. I heard what Dimitri said, other than when he whispered. I can’t imagine that it was anything good.

  The fact is, Sofia and Eva are in trouble. Dimitri cannot get to me, so he’s using her. This is entirely my fault. If I could have just left her alone, none of this would be happening right now. The man that took her … he was a different man. That’s not an excuse, and if it were, it would be a sorry one.

  Sofia made me remember what it was like to feel. Ever since I saw my daughter’s cold, white form washed up on the shore of the Black Sea, I forgot what love was. What compassion was. Sofia made me remember. She made me want to protect her, just as I would my daughter.

  Taking girls, and sometimes boys, was nothing new to me. It was always simplistic enough. Lock them below, and when their time comes, drag them to their destiny and look on with narrowed eyes and a hardened heart. They weren’t people. They were currency.

  They were my family’s livelihood.

  I was the grim reaper dragging them to hell, and the devil’s name was always changing. Sometimes it was Vlad, sometimes Andrei, and then sometimes, it was the worst of them all—Dimitri.

  I was a father when I began taking girls, and they were usually only a year or two older than my own daughter. I had to block that from my mind. She was a Vavilov, and Vavilovs were untouchable … or so I thought.

  The mind is an extraordinary thing. It can range from one extreme to the other, and for a man like me, there is no in-between.

  The very fiber of my sanity relies on Sofia and that baby surviving. Otherwise, I’ve given up everything for nothing.

  I pick up Eva from her crib and smile down at her distressed face as tears slide down her plump cheeks.

  “Uspokoytes’, sladkiy malen’kiy rebenok.” Calm down, sweet little baby. I coo to her as I rock her.

  She hiccups and sucks on her bottom lip as she looks up at me hesitantly. “That’s it,” I whisper as I walk to the rocking chair and sit. “Your mama made a mistake today, little one. I’m afraid you are to be the one that suffers for her transgressions.”

  She smiles up at me, obviously not understanding my statement. She will understand it soon enough, however.

  The nanny walks in, startling when she sees me. “I’m so sorry Master Vavilov. I didn’t realize that you were visiting with Eva.”

  I stand and quickly push the baby into Darya’s arms. “The baby is to receive no food, no water and no cleaning tonight or tomorrow.”

  Her eyes widen as she looks from the baby, and then back to me. “But, Master Vavilov, she is only a baby. Surely—”

  I hold a finger up and sneer at her. “Darya, it would not be a good idea to question my methods. Do as I say.”

  She nods her head slowly as her eyes brim with tears. “When … when shall I feed her? Or diaper her?”

  I smirk as I look down at my watch. “Tomorrow evening. After me and my wife have had our supper.”

  Stupid, stupid girl. My daughter is to starve because of my stupid mouth. My heart hurts, literally hurts, when I think of my daughter crying for food … crying for a clean diaper.

  He’s a monster. He’s a horrible beast.

  That is our daughter. That is his daughter. He put her inside of me, and I never would have imagined how much I would love her. But she’s my lifeline and I’m hers.

  If she is to survive, I have to bend to his will.

  I suck in a breath when the door creaks loudly, followed by the sound of squeaking, rusty wheels.

  I turn on the bed and watch him wheel in a television, and my heart sinks further into the pit of my stomach.

  “Mouse,” he murmurs as he positions the cart on my side of the bed before plugging it in and powering it on.

  Brand new tears begin to seep from my swollen eyelids when I see Eva grasping the rail of the crib, bouncing up and down on her stubby legs. She is so sweet, so beautiful and tiny, and innocent. She doesn’t know what kind of hell she lives in. She doesn’t know that her own father is the devil himself.

  “Dimitri,” I plead as I turn to face his impassive gaze. “I will do whatever you want. I swear. I will be your slave. I will be your mouse. I will do anything. Please, leave Eva alone. I’m begging you.”

  “Sweet Sofia,” Dimitri purrs. “I know you will. However, this is a lesson that you must learn.” He sits beside me and tucks a loose lock of hair behind my ear. “Every single time you talk back, or deny my orders, you will not be the one to suffer.” He grasps my chin harshly, snapping my head in the direction of the fuzzy black and white screen.

  “She will.”

  My lip trembles, and so many thoughts—horrible thoughts—pollute my mind. I can’t change his mind about this, but I can protect her in the future. Fuck my conscience. Fuck everything. I’m going to keep that little girl alive.

  She’s crying … screaming as she throws her head back. The volume is turned all the way down as Dimitri lies on his back beside me, snoring loudly.

  Every ounce of me wants to go nurture her. Show her that I’m here. Mama is here.

  Watching my child suffer and not being able to do anything … it’s the most terrible, gut-wrenching feeling in the world. I can’t stop crying. I hate it. I hate all of it.

  She went so long without a single tear. She’s such a strong little girl, my Eva.

  My eyes grow wide when I see what looks to be a shadow in her room. I blink several times, considering that I’m beyond exhausted and could be seeing things.

  But I’m not. There is a man in that room with my daughter. My heart jumps when I see him approach the crib, and I almost consider shaking Dimitri to wake him.

  Then I see the object in his hand. A bottle … and is that … a diaper? I clamp a hand over my mouth as I watch him lift her from the crib and place her on the changing table. He changes her, and then he rocks her back and forth as she hungrily sucks on the bottle.

  I know this man. He was the man sitting at the table earlier. The one with kind eyes, hidden under furrowed brows. Why on earth is he helping her? Dimitri would kill him.

  I watch as the mysterious stranger continues to feed her before burping her, but then I hear Dimitri stir behind me.

  Quickly turning, I lift my head so that my hair can hide the screen.

  His eyelids snap open as I look down at him, and he frowns at me. “What are you doing?”

  I force a smile, and run a hand over his naked chest. “You were right. This is the lesson I needed. I will be good from now on. I want to make you happy.”

  His eyes search mine. Dimitri isn’t a stupid man by any means. He’s incredibly smart, and that’s what makes him so dangerous.

  Sneering at me, he slams me onto my back, and his eyes flit to the screen. My heart races when my gaze follows his.

  He huffs when he sees Eva sleeping soundly in her crib, alone in the room.

  His lips twitch into a smil
e as he looks down at me. “Tough little one, isn’t she? She won’t be so tough tomorrow.”

  I frown as I stare up at him.

  “You’re upset with me?” he murmurs, and I shake my head slowly.

  “No. I’m not upset with you. I’m upset with myself.”

  “Good girl,” he rasps as he rolls on top of me. “This is the only way, Sofia.”

  Leaning down, he begins kissing and sucking my neck. I want to vomit, but I can’t show him my disgust.

  For Eva.

  The sun rises behind the Caucasus Mountains in the distance as I stare at the screen. Eva …. She woke up several hours ago, and she’s crying once more. My poor baby will not have a drop of food or water until we eat first. I don’t want to eat or drink anything. Not until my daughter does. I want to suffer with her, but I know Dimitri will not allow it.

  My ass can’t take anymore pounding. Dimitri refuses to fuck me anywhere else because of my “betrayal.” I acted like I enjoyed every ounce of his fucking me furiously from behind during the wee hours of the morning.

  But I was happy. Not because he was fucking me; I was happy because of the stranger. I was even happier when he went into the room and fed and changed Eva once more before the sun came up.

  I’m happy, because I have an ally.

  Dimitri left minutes ago to hunt, leaving me with a kiss and granting me the “privilege” of walking on my feet today.

  Baby steps, but I’m getting there—closer to freedom.

  Mirna is looking for me. I imagine the feds are as well. I was a competitive skater, and now, I’m to compete again. I have to remain in the spotlight in order to be saved. I have to work hard. Me and Eva’s lives depend on it.

  I can’t stop wondering who the stranger is, or why he’s here. Why he’s helping us. I never saw him before when I was allowed to roam this massive estate, so he must be new.

  He’s handsome, and big. Really big. His arms triple the size of my thighs, which isn’t surprising seeing as I’m skin and bone.

  I tear my eyes from my sleeping daughter when I hear something slide under the locked door. Leaping to my feet, I rush to the folded piece of paper and drop to my knees. I unfold it hurriedly, and my eyes scan over the chicken scratch handwriting.

  I imagine you saw me, and I wanted you to know that help is on the way. Be strong, and do as he says. Flush this piece of paper immediately.

  Your friend,

  Konstantin

  I lie on my stomach and look beneath the crack of the door, but he’s gone as I whisper, “Thank you.”

  “What did he say?” I ask.

  “He said that he will not meet with us until we hand over Vadim,” my father rasps before running his hand down his face. He looks like he has aged ten years since Sofia was taken … again.

  I hold out my hands. “So? Give him Vadim.”

  My father shakes his head. “Son, you are young. You make ignorant decisions. We cannot give him Vadim. If we give him Vadim, he has more leverage. Like you, he is a fool.”

  I sneer at him. “He also starved your grandchild. What do you say to that? He’s going to end up killing them.”

  Papa shakes his head. “Konstantin managed to feed her several times. He wiped the footage, and he let Sofia know that help is on the way. We get Dimitri when he’s the most vulnerable. Sofia’s disappearance has been all over the news in the United States and now Russia. He seems to think that having her in the public eye is smart, but it isn’t. He’s cocksure, and that’s his problem. If we are to get Sofia and Eva away from him, we must be smart. Tactful. That is what a true Pakhan does.”

  There’s a knock on the door and I huff as I slump down in the chair across the desk.

  “Yes,” my father bellows as he massages his temples.

  Alina’s head peeks in. “A word?”

  My father nods and she steps into the office, gently shutting the door behind her.

  “My brother requested that I come stay at my family’s dacha over the weekend.”

  “Why?” I quip. “Is he missing the company of his sister?”

  She diverts her eyes, and I smile.

  “It is his birthday. He would like me to attend the celebration.”

  “Oh?” I say sardonically as I stand and approach her. “What kind of gift do you intend on giving him?”

  Her glaring eyes snap to mine. “I’m not sure. Perhaps a blowjob?”

  Just when I raise my hand to slap the sarcastic look off her face, my father slams a palm onto his desk. “That is enough, you two. I cannot bare anymore bickering. Alina, you may go. Do not forget that you are a married woman. You are not to speak to your husband like that in my presence again, or you will be punished. Do you understand?”

  I whip around to face him. “I am capable of dealing with my own wife.”

  He smiles lazily at me. “Oh? Well, act like it.”

  Grinding my teeth, I grasp Alina’s wrist and drag her from the office and down the hall.

  Once we enter my bedroom, I slam the door and shove her onto the bed.

  “I have had enough!”

  She sits up on the bed and smirks at me. “Prove it.”

  I glare at her. “You are a disgusting whore.”

  “Fuck you,” she snaps. “You act as if I had a choice in the beginning. Dimitri takes what he wants.”

  “Oh?” I respond, tilting my head to the side. “What about the other dozen or so men that had you before? Did they take it too?”

  She looks down at her lap. “I was forced into this marriage. Just like you. You have your mindset … your idea of who and what I am. You don’t know me. None of the men I’ve been with know me. They’ve never cared to.”

  I run my hand through my hair as my hatred for this woman dims a little. She’s breathtaking, but the few times that I’ve had her, her face was shoved into the mattress and my eyes were closed.

  I know nothing of Alina, other than the rumors that I’ve heard and the fact that she is a Vavilov.

  Sighing, I approach her.

  We are married. I can’t change our circumstances, and arguing with her is exhausting. She is attractive. She’s also bullheaded, like myself.

  “Stand up,” I rasp as I approach her. Her hesitant eyes find mine.

  “Why?”

  “Stand. Up.” I repeat sternly.

  She stares at me for several seconds before climbing off the bed.

  “Remove your shirt, and I will remove mine.”

  Alina blinks several times before she begins unbuttoning her shirt, and I mirror her.

  Once both of our shirts are removed, I nod to her pants, and once again, we remove the garments as we stare into each other’s eyes with sheer annoyance.

  My wife stands before me in a pink, lace brassiere and matching panties, and I stand before her in my briefs.

  My eyes travel over the soft curves of her body; from her ample breasts, to her narrow waist, to her round hips.

  She does the same … her eyes moving from my chest to my abs, to the bulge in my briefs.

  The saliva gathers in my mouth as my cock grows harder at the sight of her breasts as they threaten to pour from the lace.

  Approaching her, I grasp her shoulders and smooth my thumbs over her soft skin. “Given the circumstances, I’m not sure if we are capable of loving each other. I didn’t think we were capable of desiring each other … but now ....”

  Her eyes travel from my chest to my eyes, and my heart thuds loudly in my ears when I see the tears sitting in the corners of her eyes. Alina has been a good bluff. Until now, I didn’t think she was capable of shedding a tear.

  I run a finger over her cheek, catching a tear. “I am not cruel like your brother. I take care of what is mine, so long as you do the same.”

  Her eyes peer into mine. “Why do you want me … after what I’ve done?”

  My lips curl up into a sideways smile. “Because, up until this point, I thought you were a frigid bitch.”

  We stare
at each other momentarily, my face struggling to keep from cracking a huge smile, and hers remaining painfully serious. But then, she shows those beautiful teeth that she constantly keeps hidden. And, we laugh.

  We laugh because there isn’t a point in fighting anymore. While she was born a Vavilov, and me a Dmitriev, we do have two things in common: our upbringing and our current circumstance—something that neither of us have any control of.

  I want to hate her for who her brother is, for what her family has done, but when I look into the burning embers of her eyes, I see a woman who was stolen from. A woman who lost not only her youth, but the love of the men who raised her. She was raised motherless, in a home surrounded by brutes. She went searching for love in all the wrong places, and while I’ve never been a fixer, I want to fix her.

  I lean down hesitantly, brushing my nose against hers, and feeling her soft breath on my lips. Our eyes remain fixed as I bump her nose with mine playfully, and my hands slide to the back of her head. Silky strands whisper between my fingers as I tilt her head back.

  “It’s either a decent, happy life with me, your husband, or you can continue to cling to what plagues you,” I whisper.

  Her eyebrows pinch together, and for what seems like a sincere moment lasts only seconds before she plants her palms on my chest and pushes me away. “I do not need you to feel sorry for me. I am a Vavilov, and I will forever be a Vavilov.”

  She turns to retrieve a silk robe that’s draped over the satin quilt, but I grasp her arm and whip her around to face me. “I stand corrected.”

  “You do,” she quips with a smirk, causing my fingers to tighten around her arm. “Let me go,” she growls.

  “No,” I snap, glaring down at her. “I will not let you go.”

  My palm slips from her neck to her chest, and I squeeze her breast in my palm, causing her head to fall back and a sigh to push past her parted lips.

  “You cannot deny me. I will not allow it,” I whisper as I lean down and plant kisses along the crook of her neck.

  “You would be no better than the other men in my life,” she breathes out, sliding her fingers into my hair.