The words make my stomach queasy. The dress I bought for myself was never meant for my sister.
She’s petite in every metric and it will hang off her. “She ought to wear a dress of her own choosing.”
“No time for that,” he answers with a shake of his head. But I hear the change in his voice again, and I know this isn’t about time.
“Does anyone know about your bride switch besides me?” I ask, knowing that there are parts to his plan that are not as well intentioned as he made them seem.
First, I know for certain that he isn’t making this change for my benefit. And I’d like to believe he just saw an opportunity for cheap Las Vegas real estate. But if that is true, why aren’t any of his brothers here?
“Not your concern,” he answers, sliding the contract from in front of me, back across the counter where he tucks it away. “I’ll keep my word concerning the safety of your sister. Your father won’t touch her.”
“And who is going to keep her safe from you?” I ask, crossing my arms.
“I’m not the kind of man who hurts women,” he says, his lip curling in distaste.
My brows lift. “You just take advantage of them when they’re in precarious situations?” I slowly lower my eyes to stare at the contract in his hand, then look back up at him.
I see the way his face tightens, and I know I’ve landed a blow. To his credit, my father would have backhanded me for those kinds of words, but he only tucks the folder under his arm, then hands me the duffle. “I’ll see you back up to your apartment.”
By that he means he’ll make sure I get past all the layers of security. They say all the guards and locks are for keeping my father out.
But Sasha and I agree, they are just as much for keeping us in.
Only, I just found a way out. And Sasha…
My chest tightens. My sister is trapped. Then again, she’s more fragile, like I said. Maybe this is exactly where she needs to be.
Or maybe, I’m just trying to make myself feel better.
I haven’t been the best sister to her, if I’m honest. But of all the people in my life, she’s the one person who has never tried to fuck me over.
Which means, if I make it out tomorrow, I owe her…
And I’m going to pay up, by securing both our futures when I turn our father to rubble and ash.
Revenge is a dish I’d like to serve red hot.
CHAPTER TWO
Katarina
The black sedan stops,not in front of a terminal, but on the tarmac itself. In front of us sits a moderately sized private jet. I’ve ridden in a private plane before. They’re usually small, and occasionally full of drugs.
But this…
This is the type of plane that only true wealth can buy.
I let out a nervous huff of air as I lean forward in the back to better look out the window. “Fuck me.”
The driver glares at me through the rearview mirror. “This is where you get out.”
He hasn’t spoken a word to me since I got in the car. My wary gaze meets his.
My brother hired the service to bring us from the apartment to the church. Sounds normal, I know. But I haven’t controlled my own movements in over a decade. The fact that my brother stole me from my father to hand me to Ryker was one more example of how I am a prisoner.
Which made it easier to get in this car and drive away.
What made it more difficult was Sasha.
