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cold and climbing into the waiting black limousine.
***
Several miles from the lodge, Yuri locked the doors of the limo. Ksenia moved to the seat against the privacy window so she could speak without raising her voice.
“What is wrong?”
“Not sure, baby bear, just being cautious. The SUV behind us has been following since the lodge.”
“They could be headed to the airport, too.”
“No, I already took a detour, and they followed us instead of staying on the main road.”
“It’s probably nothing.”
He sighed. “I hope so, but I should probably call your father anyway.” He leaned to the right.
Ksenia glanced to her left and shrieked for him to watch out. A huge white pickup truck barreled from a side road straight into the driver’s side door. She was thrown against an airbag on the opposite wall of the limo and thudded to the floor. Her head swam and black spots clouded her eyesight.
She pulled herself up onto the seat and tried to focus. Her vision was blurry, but she could tell Yuri was unconscious. Blood trickled from his ear and a gash on his head. She pressed two fingers to his neck and found a strong pulse. Thank God . With concentrated effort, she slid her torso through the privacy window. His phone lay on the floorboard. One button. She only needed to push one button to speed dial her father.
As she reached for the cell phone, the rear passenger window broke, and the door opened. Ksenia scrambled forward faster, but her foot caught in the seat belt.
“ Suka ! Come here.” A rough hand seized her feet and dragged her backward. She tried to grab the steering wheel, but he was too fast, and her fingers barely grazed it.
“No! No! No!” She clawed at the man’s hand as he hauled her across the limo floor. Her fingernails scraped across his skin and drew several lines of blood. She received a stinging slap to her face for the effort.
“Stop it, Ksenia.” His voice trailed across her body like oil, registering multiple alarms in her mind.
“My father will kill you.” She spat in his face, not willing to come off soft in his eyes. The burn of his slap still warmed her cheek, but it didn’t stop her from kicking the asshole in the chest.
The dark-haired assailant grunted through the kick, captured both legs again, and pulled her the rest of the way out of the limo. She twisted and writhed against his grasp, refusing to make any part of the kidnapping easy.
“Sharanov will do exactly as we say when he knows his last child’s life is in jeopardy.”
B`lyad’. Fuck .
A black SUV was parked a few feet away, probably the one Yuri had mentioned earlier. A huge redheaded goon stood next to it. She turned. The old white pickup truck used to plow into them was parked a few car lengths down the road, its fender and hood crushed. I hope the asshole driving dies .
The redheaded brute approached, took her arm from the smaller, dark-haired man, and tugged her to the black SUV. She whimpered, pain surging through her shoulders as he wrenched her arms behind her and bound her wrists tight. She cringed at the click of the plastic zip tie. He opened the rear passenger door, shoved her inside, and shouted in Russian to the other man to “take care of the driver.”
Ksenia struggled to her knees and lunged against the side door. “No! No! No! You don’t have to kill him.” The familiar sound of a gunshot cut through her cries. She pressed her forehead against the tinted glass, trying to see the limo, but the angle was wrong.
She met the redheaded brute’s gaze and his ugly smile brought bile up into her throat. Tears welled in her eyes. Another life lost because of a hateful grudge, started by two men who were fucking dead already!
Her captor opened the side door again, shoved her roughly to the floor, and climbed into one of the rear seats. The dark-haired man slid into the driver’s seat.
“You didn’t have to kill him.”.
Her kidnapper said nothing. She was as good as dead,
***
Several miles from the lodge, Yuri locked the doors of the limo. Ksenia moved to the seat against the privacy window so she could speak without raising her voice.
“What is wrong?”
“Not sure, baby bear, just being cautious. The SUV behind us has been following since the lodge.”
“They could be headed to the airport, too.”
“No, I already took a detour, and they followed us instead of staying on the main road.”
“It’s probably nothing.”
He sighed. “I hope so, but I should probably call your father anyway.” He leaned to the right.
Ksenia glanced to her left and shrieked for him to watch out. A huge white pickup truck barreled from a side road straight into the driver’s side door. She was thrown against an airbag on the opposite wall of the limo and thudded to the floor. Her head swam and black spots clouded her eyesight.
She pulled herself up onto the seat and tried to focus. Her vision was blurry, but she could tell Yuri was unconscious. Blood trickled from his ear and a gash on his head. She pressed two fingers to his neck and found a strong pulse. Thank God . With concentrated effort, she slid her torso through the privacy window. His phone lay on the floorboard. One button. She only needed to push one button to speed dial her father.
As she reached for the cell phone, the rear passenger window broke, and the door opened. Ksenia scrambled forward faster, but her foot caught in the seat belt.
“ Suka ! Come here.” A rough hand seized her feet and dragged her backward. She tried to grab the steering wheel, but he was too fast, and her fingers barely grazed it.
“No! No! No!” She clawed at the man’s hand as he hauled her across the limo floor. Her fingernails scraped across his skin and drew several lines of blood. She received a stinging slap to her face for the effort.
“Stop it, Ksenia.” His voice trailed across her body like oil, registering multiple alarms in her mind.
“My father will kill you.” She spat in his face, not willing to come off soft in his eyes. The burn of his slap still warmed her cheek, but it didn’t stop her from kicking the asshole in the chest.
The dark-haired assailant grunted through the kick, captured both legs again, and pulled her the rest of the way out of the limo. She twisted and writhed against his grasp, refusing to make any part of the kidnapping easy.
“Sharanov will do exactly as we say when he knows his last child’s life is in jeopardy.”
B`lyad’. Fuck .
A black SUV was parked a few feet away, probably the one Yuri had mentioned earlier. A huge redheaded goon stood next to it. She turned. The old white pickup truck used to plow into them was parked a few car lengths down the road, its fender and hood crushed. I hope the asshole driving dies .
The redheaded brute approached, took her arm from the smaller, dark-haired man, and tugged her to the black SUV. She whimpered, pain surging through her shoulders as he wrenched her arms behind her and bound her wrists tight. She cringed at the click of the plastic zip tie. He opened the rear passenger door, shoved her inside, and shouted in Russian to the other man to “take care of the driver.”
Ksenia struggled to her knees and lunged against the side door. “No! No! No! You don’t have to kill him.” The familiar sound of a gunshot cut through her cries. She pressed her forehead against the tinted glass, trying to see the limo, but the angle was wrong.
She met the redheaded brute’s gaze and his ugly smile brought bile up into her throat. Tears welled in her eyes. Another life lost because of a hateful grudge, started by two men who were fucking dead already!
Her captor opened the side door again, shoved her roughly to the floor, and climbed into one of the rear seats. The dark-haired man slid into the driver’s seat.
“You didn’t have to kill him.”.
Her kidnapper said nothing. She was as good as dead,
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