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I swallowed hard and nodded.

He grinned at me. “Good girl.” Motioning to the car I reluctantly slipped inside and they crowded in after me.

The door slamming made me jump. Which just made them laugh even harder.

This was bad, really bad, because I was pretty certain I had just been sold to some very dangerous men.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Lily

The place they drove me to wasn’t a hospital. It was a low squat building made of grey cinderblocks and surrounded by a parking lot with cracks and rubbish everywhere, about an hour outside of the city. The entire ride, I’d been silent, my nerves eating me up inside until I felt physically sick.

I’d known getting into this car was a bad idea, but what other choice did I have? One way or another, they were going to bring me here, and I’d much rather be conscious when it happened. If they knocked me out, I had no chance of fighting back and finding a way to escape.

Still, I couldn’t help but whimper in fear when the car stopped and the door opened. The dark-haired man got out first. Saying something to the blond that I didn’t understand, who nodded.

Dark, unfamiliar eyes met mine. “Are you going to cause a problem?”

I opened my mouth to tell him to bite me, and then promptly shut my mouth. I shook my head silently. Reaching into the car, he caught my upper arm and tugged me across the uneven concrete towards a nondescript door.

I tried my best to look around. But there was nothing remarkable about any of this. It looked abandoned. There weren’t even other cars on the road beyond. It was complete and utterly secluded. My stomach twisted up into my throat.

“Where are we?” I whispered, the icy breeze stinging my cheeks and making my eyes tear up.

He didn’t answer me, but his grip on my arm became punishing. He yanked me forward, and my high stiletto heel turned over on the snow. I slipped and couldn’t catch my balance because he held a death grip on my arm.

I crashed backwards. Smashing my head off the iced-over concrete. He fell with me, his much heavier body flattening mine to the floor and soaking the back of my wool dress.

“Be careful,” he hissed, but didn’t move.

“I slipped,” I said before I could stop myself. “I didn’t mean to. Can you get off of me?”

His eyes narrowed. “I could, but I don’t think I want to.” His eyes glittered with malice.

“Get off.“ I began to struggle, shredding the back of my dress in the process. With a low chuckle, he jumped up, heaving me up to my feet and taking my arm again.

“I might ask to try you myself before we move you on,” he said in a low hiss. “I want to see what the pussy that got the high and mighty Daniil so obsessed.” Using his other hand, he reached between my legs and squeezed my pussy.

Bile rushed up my throat. Without thinking, I swung my arm back and hit him straight to the side of the head with my hand. “Don’t ever fucking touch me.”

He didn’t say a word. His closed fist hit me in the temple. My vision swam, and stars filled my eyes, but I couldn’t fall down because his grip on me kept me on my feet. Yanking me forward. His stale breath washed over my face.

“Don’t think I won’t break you, Lily. Don’t think for a second I won’t.”

“Piotre.” The man from the car shouted. His voice was laced with anger.

Chuckling, Piotre, pushed me away. Almost making me fall down again.

“You’re lucky he wants you in one piece.” His chin jerked towards the car. “I think he might want you for himself.” Piotre lowered his voice to a hissing whisper when I glanced hopefully behind me.

“But don’t think for one second he will step in to save you. You’re a hot commodity right now. The lover of Daniil Popov.” His laugh was sarcastic. “Just need the doctor to give you an all clear. You’re no good to us if you are riddled with diseases.”

I almost took offense, but I didn’t want to be punched again, so I kept my lips tightly shut. My face was already black and blue and painful from Greg’s beating, and Piotre hadn’t pulled his punch. My cheek felt like it was on fire. I could already feel it swelling.

“But I am battered and bruised?” I couldn’t help but laugh.

Piotre laughed. “Oh, sweet Lily, some of our buyers will do a lot worse than mark up your pretty face. There are some really messed-up people in the world. Now move. I’m freezing out here, and the doctor is waiting.”