“I’ll gladly be the star of all your nightmares.” I carefully set her down on an empty chaise. “Starting with this one.”
Her head slowly drooped to the side, and I propped a pillow up underneath her.
I stood up and slid the switchblade out of my pocket.
“Should I cut off his right or left hand first?” I asked, tilting my head as I assessed the desperate look in the guy’s eyes. “He touched you without permission, so it's only fair I deprive him of the use of them.”
She mumbled something, and I glanced down at her. Her eyes were closed, and a soft snore was coming from her lips.
For a second, I debated shaking her awake. But her shoulders were so relaxed as she took in deep, steady breaths.
I’d handle her living nightmares. I smiled as I clicked the blade open and decided to start with his ear instead.
He had no use for it since he hadn’t listened to her pleading with him.
Chapter fourteen
Alisa
I rolled over on the mattress feeling like I was floating on a cloud. My entire body tensed.
This wasn’t my bed.
The second-hand mattress I’d found online felt like I was lying on top of a wooden crate. My eyes popped open and relief swelled through me when I realized I was alone in bed.
That relief disappeared the minute I realized I didn’t recognize this room. Panic threatened to block my airway. I immediately began patting my body to make sure I was still clothed. The outfit was still in place, not even the sleeves had been rolled up.
Where the fuck was I?
All I could remember was dancing with Gemma at the club, and then everything started growing fuzzy around the edges. I closed my eyes and tried to force the jagged memories to fit into place. One moment that stranger had been grinding against me, and then the next he’d been pushing me through the crowd. My entire body had rebelled at his touch, but I couldn’t escape him.
I could’ve sworn Dmitri had stepped out of the shadows like my fucked up guardian angel. But it had to have been a hallucination.
People didn’t come to save you in real life. Getting rescued was something that only happened in movies.
In real life you tried to get out a strangledno, but no one listened.
All you could do was draw further into your mind and wait for it to end.
But why would I hallucinate that Dmitri of all people would be my guardian angel?
Because he saved you before.
But that had only happened because Dmitri stumbled across me in the alley. I’d gotten luckyonce. There's no way in hell it’d happen a second time.
So why did my drugged mind go there last night?
Shit, I couldn’t afford to be thinking about him when I was probably in the house of the man who’d drugged me. I needed to focus.
I reached underneath the soft comforter and checked between my thighs. Thankfully, there was no sticky white residue dried to my underwear, but that could just mean whoever brought me home used a condom.
I searched the room for clues.
No clothes on the floor, and there wasn’t that acidic body odor that stunk up so many guys’ houses. Everything was neatly in order from the black curtains framing the skyline view of the city to the books pristinely lined up on the shelf.
My heartbeat skipped as I took in the quality of everything in the room. Everything was pristine, but there was no warmth to any of it.
It was obvious this guy was rich. And rich guys were the most dangerous of all.
