I move my hand through his damp hair and whisper, “It’s over.”
Georgi’s breathing finally returns to normal, and when more of his weight leans into me, I hold him as tight as I can.
“I’m so sorry,” I whimper, my voice barely audible. “For all of it.”
He lifts his head, locking his eyes with mine. “Set me free.”
The urge to cry wells in me as I shake my head. “I can’t.”
He keeps staring at me, then says, “I’ll protect you, Nina.”
The guilt threatens to crush me as I shake my head again.
The chains clank against the floor as he shifts closer, and leaning into me, his mouth brushes near my temple. “Then stay with me,” he murmurs, his speech slurred. “Just for a little while.”
My throat closes, and I hug him again before guiding his head to my shoulder. “Try to sleep.”
Georgi’s body shakes with laughter, the corner of his mouth lifting. “I have to admit, you and Boris make quite the team. You know how to fuck with a man’s head.”
“Shh…” I brush my hand over his hair again. “Just sleep.”
Eventually, more of his weight leans into me, and his breathing evens out.
As I hold Georgi while he rests, I play with the idea of setting him free, even going as far as to imagine how he’ll fight his way out of the mansion.
But then the stark reality that’s my life settles in with the cold in the room.
I won’t free Georgi because Boris will kill Simi and me.
Chapter8
Georgi
When day four comes and goes, I begin to get worried that my family won’t find me in time.
Boris is going to reach the end of his patience soon and kill me.
Fuck.
I put all my weight on my right leg because my left is fucked after they beat the shit out of the gunshot wound, ripping the stitches.
I’m exhausted, starving, and in a world of pain.
Just as Raya pops into my thoughts, Nina walks into the room. She takes one look at my thigh and goes to the cabinet to get supplies.
“Evening, little mouse,” I say, some of the pain soaking into my playful tone. “Scurrying here and there.” When she comes toward me, she avoids making eye contact. “Regretting holding me the other night?”
This time her gaze flicks to mine, then she kneels beside me. Even though I’m half dead, it’s one hell of a turn on.
My cock hardens, and the nine inches responsible for getting me into this mess draw Nina’s attention.
Her eyes widen, and she quickly looks down before fumbling with the needle and suture thread.
Just to fuck with her, I say, “I’m a little chained up right now, but set me free, and I’ll show you a different kind of torture.”
Her hands still, and a few seconds pass before she lets out a slow breath. Getting the thread through the tiny loop, she tiltsher head back, and as she begins to close up my wound, the fear in her eyes gets to me.
Dropping the playful act, my tone is serious as I say, “I won’t hurt you.”
