Chapter 21
Damien
Misha and Yuri are quiet as they drive me to wherever the hell they’re taking me. I don’t try to break the silence. Instead, I pull out my phone, trying to not think about how I’d just been using it for light so I could watch how beautiful Sitka looked while taking my cock. The memory makes my chest hurt. All I can think about is how terrified she’d looked when I’d left with her brothers. Watching her bang on the window while she screamed my name is not something I’ll ever be able to forget.
Anyone else in this situation could send a quick text, but instead of wasting my time trying to get that fucking tiny keyboard to make sense, I ignore it and pull up the emojis. I know Sitka’s already called Max, so there’s no way Luka doesn’t know I’ve been taken, but I want him to at least know I’m okay.
I send the grimacing emoji but add in a thumbs up to let him know I’m okay so far.
His response is immediate—a question mark with a map.
I send him a question mark with the guy giving a shrug.
When he sends me back a knife and a hamburger with a question mark, the corner of my mouth quirks up, because Iknow he’s asking me if I think we’re going to the warehouse they took us to before we got lunch.
I send him the thinking emoji and then the fingers crossed one.
When he sends me back a thumbs up with the timer and car emojis, I know he’s telling me to hold the fuck on because they’re on their way to get my ass out of this mess.
Misha and Yuri don’t make any attempt to take my phone from me, and I’m guessing it’s because they know Sitka’s already sounded the alarm. They don’t seem even slightly worried about it. I’m not sure if that’s a good sign or a bad one.
“I wasn’t lying earlier,” I say.
Yuri doesn’t even bother turning around when he says, “Shut the fuck up, Damien. Telling us how much you love our little sister right now is not going to help your situation.”
I sit back and stare out the window. Instead of reaching forward and punching the fucker in the back of the head like I want to, I stare out the window and try to figure out where the hell I am. Nothing looks familiar. It’s too dark and too unfamiliar to me. I keep expecting to see lights or other houses, even a few businesses, but there’s nothing but forest and shadows.
When we turn onto a side road and follow it up a long, windy path, the surroundings start to click. Reaching the top, the headlights illuminate the vast expanse of absolutely fucking nothing before Misha parks at the top of the cliff. It’s the same spot where they hold their races, and when Misha and Yuri get out, I sigh and do the same.
The headlights are still on, giving us plenty to see by, and when the brothers walk to the large clearing where not too long ago I’d seen Sitka race to her victory, I follow, stopping when I’m several feet from them.
“Am I allowed to explain things now?” I ask, making no attempt to hide my irritation.
Misha raises a brow at me while Yuri lets out a low laugh before saying, “Pretty fucking cocky for a guy who’s been lying to our faces since the day he arrived.”
“I haven’t been lying. And nothing was going on between us when I first got here. That happened later. I didn’t say anything at the warehouse, because yourdemonstration,” I say, letting the sarcasm drip from that one word, “had nothing to do with me.”
“The fuck it didn’t,” Misha says. “We knew something was going on between you two. We just hadn’t realized how much. Sitka obviously had a crush on you, and we wanted you to understand that you weren’t to touch her, no matter what.”
I shrug and say, “I fell in love with her,” because that’s the only explanation I can give them. “I want to marry her.”
Yuri takes a step closer. “Stop fucking saying that. She’s too young. She doesn’t know what she’s doing.”
“She’s eighteen,” I remind him. “And she’s fucking smart enough to make up her own mind.”
Misha ignores the very valid points I’m making and asks, “Is she the only one you fucked, or did you try to get into Allie’s or Yulia’s pants too?”
Anger rips through me at the insult and I take a step forward. “Fuck you, Misha,” I yell at him.
His eyes widen slightly in surprise and I’m not so sure anyone’s ever gotten into his face before. I see his fist coming for me, and I barely have a chance to block it. Instead of breaking my nose, his fist swipes the side of my face. Even with the force of it being dulled down, it still hurts like a bitch. Bringing my own fist to his ribs, I hit him hard enough to push him back a step.
Yuri edges closer, but he doesn’t try to grab me. As pissed as I am at them, they’re not the kind of guys who would be content to have one of them hold me while the other beats the hell out of me. They aren’t pussies. I’ll give the jackasses that much.
It is still two against one, though, and when Yuri steps in closer, I don’t waste any time and throw a punch at him. I hit the corner of his mouth, throwing his head back and busting his lip. Instead of yelling at me, he grins and comes at me hard. I take a few hits before landing one to his kidneys that has him doubling over and taking a step back. As soon as he does, Misha takes his spot.
By the time we hear the dirt bike approaching, we’re all breathing heavily and spitting blood. Calling a silent truce, we turn to see who’s joined us, and when Bran gets off the bike, staring at the three of us like he’s not sure whether to laugh or shoot us, Yuri says, “He looks really pissed. I think he’s upset with you fuckers.”
Misha ignores his brother and signs,That was fast. How’d you find us?
