Chapter 92

Lucky

“I know what you are thinking little bitch, don’t even try it. There are guards right outside the door. What? You think I am stupid to come in here with no protection to back me up?”

“Besides, you are in the middle of nowhere. There is no place to run and hide. You will be an easy target. You poor captive dove.”

Yes, exactly what I thought. It did cross my mind that she has more people surrounding whatever the hell this place is. My escape won’t be easy and I am guessing they are armed too. I don’t stand a chance on my own. She holds all the cards and she knows how to use them.

“You eat, you need to keep up your strength,” she tells me as she moves closer and sits on the edge of the bed. I let out a sigh of resignation.

“I’m not hungry,” I tell her as I shrug my shoulders. This gets me a hand on my chin clutching either side as she holds it forcibly.

“You will eat or I will beat you and we don’t want that do we?”

Fuck her, she can do whatever she likes. She is going to anyway. I move my head, causing her to grip tighter. The pain in my jaw is high as my stomach grumbles in protest.

“Fine, I’ll eat but I want some fresh air. I need to get outside even if its only for ten minutes. You can at least do that, right?”

She tilts her head, her brows furrow like she is concentrating on some huge mathematical formula. Jeez, I’ve only asked for fresh air not for her to build a nuclear power plant. I need to assess how many people she actually has outside.

“I shall think about it. Your fiancé, he has not responded to our message. He is a foolish man. I told you he wouldn’t come running for his princess and drop everything for you.”

Ha, I think personally she is full of shit. I know in my heart that Nico will be planning something. He has declared his dying love for me. My gut instinct which I always trust, tells me he is close. I can almost feel him beside me. Call it what you want, but it’s true.

“Whatever, Yelena, he is coming!” I bite back as she pushes the tray closer to me. The slop in the bowl looks disgusting but it’s food and I do need to eat something if I want to keep my strength up.

“So, Princess you remember my name, do you? Interesting. Tell me you spoilt brat, what else do you recall?”

Like I’m going to tell her everything.

“Not much, only your name and that my best friend Mia was with me at the coffee shop. What happened to her? Is she safe? Is she okay?”

She almost spits in my face, it lands on the tray. God, she makes me sick, my stomach feels like it is going to heave.

“You have no friends, Princess. You are all alone in this world. Your parents are not even truly safe. Ah, the big mafia man he thinks he has everyone covered. He is a fool. An idiot. It is my right to have the organization not his.”

She is becoming like a broken record that needs smashing up and thrown away. “And why is that?” I ask her as I take the spoon now, I am able to and place it in the bowl. Then I draw it to my lips as I close my eyes not wanting to see what I am physically putting in my mouth.

Surprisingly, it actually tastes nice, I think it is lentil soup with spice. “Is good, no?” Her voice cuts through me like razor blades.

“It’s okay.”

“Good old fashioned Russian recipe. Is good for strength.”

“Not that I need that, do I? Let’s face it you are going to kill me regardless whether you get your own way or not. Let me go, I am sure you can get to Nico in other ways. You could tap into his accounts, his network. I can think of plenty of ways for you to destroy him.”

She laughs almost hysterically. I didn’t realize I was such a comedia, clearly, I am.

“Ah, my princess you have no idea. Yes, is true I can wipe him of all his money take his billions and cut his empire down. I can easily persuade his people to work for me. But there is no fun in that. He needs to assert his organization to me since I am the true head of the family business.”

My ears suddenly pique up. “But you are his princess. You own his heart; he will rather die than watch you die a slow and painful death. This is why I have you. Money, pfft, he can do without that. It is not his Achilles heel. You are!”

“Eat!” she commands and pulls out her gun and waves it around in front of my face. Ice runs through my veins.

“Why do you seem to think you have the right, Yelena to his business? What makes you say that. He has inherited it from his father and his father before him. My fiancé has two brothers. You are not blood related.”

Or is she? Is there some kind of connection between her and Nico? Maybe the father’s side?

“Enough of the questions, eat the food. You have had long enough or you can go hungry and starve for the next few hours. I shall not be coming back in to see you until this evening. You can piss your pants if you need to go. It makes no odds to me.”

My appetite is gone. I place the spoon back in the bowl and shove the tray towards her. She gets up and grabs my hands then shackles me back into the chains on the bed.

“I may or may not come back. It depends on how I am feeling. I have business to take care of.”

And with that she leaves me on the bed, once again chained as she takes the tray and exits the room.

Outside I can hear her Russian accent as she talks to someone. A man replies. “No problem, Yelena. We will stand guard. Nobody in, nobody out.”

I wonder how many guards stand outside the door. Will Nico come soon? Will he have enough men to burn the place down?