It wasn’t a key, but I had a new idea. I plugged it in by the table where breakfast was laid out for me and listened for a dial tone. I didn’t have Felix or Gregor’s cell numbers memorized, but I knew Stefan’s house by heart from living there and calling it from the dorms.
“Four-one-five…” I said the numbers out loud and then held the phone to my ear as it rang twice. “Pick up, pick up.”
“Stefan Kiselov. Who is calling?”
“Uncle, it’s Vasily,” I replied in Russian to match him.
“Are you alright? What has Greco done to you?” Stefan growled. He was always so overprotective of me, telling me I shouldn’t stay up late or nagging me about my grades, but I’d never heard him angry. “Are you hurt?”
What had George done to me, really? He locked me up, in multiple ways, but I was not tied down anymore. My ass and cock ached, but I’d asked for the things George did to cause them. He took over my entire existence without any bondage needed, making me beg for his brand of sexual torture.
In two days, Giorgio Greco had turned my world upside down and inside out. I didn’t know who I was anymore.
“Not physically,” I finally answered, choking back a sob. No one in the family had ever seen me cry, and I wasn’t going to let them now. I built a wall back up between my inner thoughts and the world, and I felt the tears dry up. “I want to go home.”
What I didn’t say, because the thought stayed tucked away where it belonged, was how George made me feel more at home than anywhere else I’d ever lived.
“We have the address, but the agreement was for tomorrow.”
Felix had let me be kept by the older man from a different mafia for three nights. I didn’t care if George claimed the first night didn’t count. I had been tied to his bed and scared for my life. It fucking counted.
“Can you tell Felix I feel the three days of punishment has been doled out,Dyadya?” I begged my uncle, “Get him to contact Da- I mean Greco?”
Almost calling George Daddy was a step too far. I was completely unsure of myself and my rash decision to call Stefan, but I needed room to breathe.
“I can do thatdvoyurodnyy brat,” Stefan assured me, and we ended the call.
Dvoyurodnyy bratmeant cousin, and the termbratstruck me as funny, since it basically meant brother. Brat. Bratva. It was like we were an organization of bros. Just men being manly. Brats.
Slapping a hand over my mouth when I realized I had barked out a laugh. I was getting hysterical and tucked myself back under the covers. A pillow over my head quieted most of my laughter until I calmed down. I was hyperventilating, but I didn’t want to come out.
Whether from mental exhaustion or lack of oxygen, I fell back asleep. I didn’t know what time it was when I heard the door open and slam against the wall, waking me from a nightmare. George had been about to let me orgasm, but kept laughing at me for trusting him, over and over again.
“What did you do?” George’s voice filtered to me through the fabric before I felt the sheets yanked off my body. “You called your family and asked to go home early?”
“Are you going to call me a brat?” I mumbled from under the pillow before it was also removed. Judging by the stormy expression on George’s face, he didn’t get my joke.
“Is that what you want? To leave me?” He growled under his breath, anger radiating off of him.
“Yes,” I sat up, squaring my shoulders despite my entire body screaming,No. I want you to want me like I want you.
George’s face morphed from livid and confused into one of zero emotions. “If that’s what you want, your cousin will be here in an hour to fetch you.”
He turned to leave, but veered into his closet, returning with a plain white t-shirt, along with my suit pants and jacket. He dumped it all on the bed beside me before retrieving my shoes as well.
“Wait?” I called out when he got to the door. George didn’t turn, but I could see the tension in his shoulders return. He was just mad at me for taking away his toy. “What about my cage?”
“Get dressed and I’ll be back to unlock you before your family gets here.”
With a slam to the door that rattled my nerves, he was gone. I was alone again, left to think about whether I’d made a huge mistake or had finally come to my senses.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
GEORGE
After rushingmy children out faster than I would have liked, I checked my phone and found multiple missed calls and texts from Felix Kiselov.
Kot Felix: The boy is done.
