I’m not a narcissist, but some facts need to be acknowledged if you want to save your time and sanity. One such fact is that the New York Medical University doesn’t have a single person who could me. I’ve discussed my project with their best professors and doctors, and they all looked at me like I’d lost my mind for even thinking about developing such a medicine.
I pinch the space between my brows, feeling slightly lightheaded. If I weren’t someone who keeps a close watch on her body, I might have missed it. And the boy with blue eyes who’s just taken the seat across from me only confirms my suspicion.
Another boy follows, standing beside him with a dirty grin stretched across his face. This one’s a blonde. I know both of them, they’re friends with Selly, Mari, and Paige.
Those bitches crossed me.
Right now, all I want to do is show them, and these two idiots, the skills my father taught me. He was the Pakhan of the Mikhailov Bratva before he married my mother. He never knew any skill other than ruling and killing.
And I had no interest in learning about ruling.
I push myself off the barstool and head toward the side of the ladies’ room, they both fall in step behind me. I glance at the dance floor, Selly, Mari, and Paige aren’t there. Perfect. I’ll see them tomorrow.
“Hey, Iselyn,” one of the boys calls from behind.
They step in front of me. I narrow my eyes and glare, they laugh.
“Don’t get mad. We just want to have fun with you.” He leans in. I take a step back.
“Get away,” I grit.
“Or what?” the blue-eyed bastard smirks. “Look, it’ll be more fun for all of us if you cooperate. So stop playing hard to get and come with us. We know you want to take care of the heat of your kitty.” He winks.
The drug starts taking hold. It’s a good thing I only had one small sip, but whatever they put in that drink is strong.
I step back, tighten my core, and throw a punch. The blow splits his lip and his head jerks back. “I said, get away.”
He looks at me, now angry, and lunges. I move to the side, he overcommits. I drive my heel into the back of his knee with everything I can manage while the drug tugs at my balance. He collapses to the floor. The blond lunges, but I slip past him and sprint into the restroom, slamming the door behind me. Moments later there are furious knocks and hard pushes shaking the wood.
I fumble my phone from my purse and call Kaz, my brother. He’s Pakhan of Russia, he’s not here, but he can still do something.
He picks up my call.
“I’m at a bar near the college named Brown and Blue. Someone spiked my drink. I’m in the restroom right now.”
“Stay there,” he says quickly before disconnecting.
The door bangs behind my back. I yank at the collar of my high-neck dress, feeling suffocated by the sudden heat. The space between my thighs aches to the point of going numb.
I slide down against the door, sitting on my heels, holding my head. My thighs tremble, my vision spins, and my heart beats so loudly it echoes in my ears. Then, suddenly, I’m pushed forward. I fall on my hands and knees, my palms scraping the cold floor.
I quickly turn my head, blinking fast to see through the fog of dizziness.
Five boys stand at the doorway of the restroom. Panic crawls up my spine. I shuffle back on the floor, trying to put distance between us.
My legs have lost their strength, I can’t stand. My back hits the wall. I pull my knees to my chest, trembling in fear.
The blue-eyed guy bends down in front of me, laughing in my face. He slaps me across the face. My cheek stings with a sharp burn, and the back of my head hits the wall. He laughs “Now you’ll get slaps and dicks together.”
They all start laughing. I hug my knees tighter, my body shaking like a leaf in a storm. He grabs my shoulders and pulls me up, my body, unable to fight back, is pressed against the wall.
“Fuck, got hot slut.” Someone speaks.
“You could fuck her second.” The blond laughs. “First fuck is for Tony.”
“She can take you in mouth.” The blue-eyed motherfucker speaks. I try to push his hands away with my trembling ones. Fear consumes me whole. Tears start falling. God, please help me.
A loud crash makes everyone turn. The restroom door, which they had locked after entering, falls to the floor.
