My thoughts keep mulling over the shitty situation my dick got me into, and even though I’m tired and in pain, I know sleep isn’t going to come easily.
I hear someone snoring right outside the room, but the next moment, a woman’s blood-curdling scream rips through the air. It sounds really fucking close, and I wonder if more prisoners are being held here.
Another scream echoes into the room, then the snoring stops, and a few seconds later, a door bangs open. I hear the guard who shot me shout in Bulgarian, “Wake the fuck up. You’re making a noise.”
Weird.
Footsteps sound up out in the hallway, and the fucker glances into my room before he disappears again. It sounds like he’s making himself comfortable, and soon his snoring picks up once more.
A door creaks open, drawing my attention, and my eyes lock on the part of the hallway I can see from where I’m standing.
When Nina tiptoes into the room, a frown forms on my forehead.
She’s still wearing the jeans, T-shirt, and jacket from earlier. I notice the red marks on her cheek and around her neck again.
She’s the enemy, and I shouldn’t give a flying fuck about her, seeing as she’s the reason I’m shackled in Boris’ basement.
But…I hate that someone hurt her.
I watch as she comes toward me and remain silent while she checks my thigh. She moves quietly, getting the bucket, then uses it to stand on so she can inspect the wound on my head.
Nina seems satisfied that I’m not bleeding to death and quietly returns the bucket to beneath the table. I watch as she tiptoes to the doorway and glances out into the hallway before walking to a big metal sink across from the cabinet where the medical supplies are kept. She grabs a jug and slowly fills it with water before hurrying back to me.
Interesting. Very fucking interesting.
Standing on the tips of her toes, she places her hand on the side of my neck and holds the jug to my mouth. I drink all the water, knowing I won’t get anything for a long while.
Her eyes touch on mine, but before I can give her a questioning look, she turns around and places the jug back by the sink before sneaking out of the room.
Nina said Boris is her father, and she helped him to ambush me, but she just went against the other asshole’s order and gave me water.
Hmm…I think it’s safe to assume things aren’t good between father and daughter. Maybe I can get Nina to free me.
My eyebrow lifts, but the sting reminds me of the cut, and I relax my features.
Just then, I hear a door shut and movement on the other side of the wall. There’s a soft cough, and turning my head, I look at the gray concrete as I realize the sound came from Nina.
Was she the one who screamed like that?
Why?
Question after question pops into my mind, but I find no answers as the muscles in my shoulders and back start to take heavy strain from the uncomfortable position.
Eventually, my thoughts turn to Raya and the rest of the family. Nothing better happen to my sister while I’m stuck here.
Fuck.
She will probably reach out to Petkov.
A disgruntled expression settles on my face when I think of the head of the Bulgarian mafia getting his hands on my sister.
I look up at the shackles again and twist my hands, trying to pull free from the steel, but it’s no use and only chafes my skin raw.
Letting out a sigh, I glance around the floor, looking for a weapon I can use, but everything is out of my reach.
Well, Georgi, I think it’s safe to say you’re fucked.
After a very uncomfortable night and a fucking long day, my muscles ache and the wounds throb.
