“Let go!” I cry with raging eyes; my voice trembles with despair. “My father is Maksim Nikitin! He’s an influential man! And he’ll find you!”
The man freezes. His rough fingers continue to clamp tightly around my throat.
“ What did you say?” he asks, tense; his voice vibrates with steel. “The daughter of Nikitin, you say? That changes my plans, sweetheart…” He leans closer and breathes out evil into my lips—“for you.”
I was kidnapped and handed over like a toy to a gangster who had just gotten out of prison. Huge, dangerous, terrifying. He thought I was an escort, but it turned out to be worse—I’m the daughter of the man who put him in prison. And now it’s scary even to imagine what he might do to me.