Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I move fast and without hesitation, executing a roundhouse kick to the man’s head. My foot connects with his jaw, sending him flying backwards, knocking the table and Alyona sideways. She cries out and begins thrashing to free herself.
“Shhh,” I coax, squeezing her thigh to reassure her.
It only lures the beast out of her. Despite the restraints, she tries to strike me with her knee but misses, her frustration coming out in little grunts. My laughter sounds odd when muffled by the mask.
“Let me go, you asshole!” she screams, her voice filled with anger and desperation as she squirms, kicking with the one leg that has managed to break free.
Rodion appears beside us and shoves a pill into her mouth, knocking her jaw upward to crush the casing and spill the sedative liquid within it down her throat. It’s designed to calm her and make her more compliant. Getting her out of here will be a lot easier without causing a scene. As the drug takes effect, I untie her. Her body visibly relaxes, becoming pliant as Rodion takes her into his arms.
The fight fades from her body and she slackens. Rodion stands, keeping her secure in his grip.
“There,” he barks out, pointing to the hidden exit with a jerk of his chin.
I move a chair out of the way and begin tearing at the paneled wall until the door we paid a hefty price to make sure was added here appears.
“Let’s go.” I gesture for them to slip through first and then follow after, closing the exit behind me and latching it shut.
“L-Let me g-go,” Alyona slurs, attempting to lift her head and failing. “Let m-me g-go or I’ll c-cut your b-balls off.”
Both my brother and I chuckle at that.
Always a feisty girl.
“Is she sniffing you, brother?” I ask when Alyona buries her face in his armpit and inhales numerous times.
“Hmmm.” He grunts. “Indeed, she is.”
Maneuvering our way through the tunnels toward the underground basement parking garage, excitement sparks in my chest. This was easier than I thought it would be.
Because only a madman would attempt it.
“There.” Rodion jerks his chin to the blue sports car waiting for us.
Once I get situated inside, I hold my arms out for her to be transferred to me. Our prize is finally in my arms. She doesn’t fight it when I smooth her hair from her face.
“Y-You stole m-me,” she murmurs.
I grin, though she still can’t see me. “Someone had to save you, princess.”
“T-That’s queen t-to you, asshole.”
The engine roars to life and vibrates through me. Rodion peels out of the parking garage. We move fast and take back routes wherever we can.
“Y-You broke the r-rules,” she grumbles, hazy with the effects of the drug, her eyes barely open.
I rip off the gloves I’m wearing to feel her skin against my palm. So soft and sweet. We did it. We fucking got our girl.
“Rules were meant to be broken,” Rodion tells her, reaching his hand over to also touch her. To make sure she’s real.
She’s okay. She made it out.
Tugging off my mask, I lean over and slip Rodion’s off too, so we can breathe. Alyona’s mouth pops open, gaping like a fish back and forth at us.
Who the hell was she expecting?
“Y-You can’t just s-steal me,” she snips, hoping and failing to sound haughty.
I smile down at her. “We just did.”
“B-But…”
“Shhh,” Rodion croons, “you’re our bounty.”
“You can’t k-keep me,” she argues.
I clasp her cheek. “Oh, but we can.”
Rodion adds, “Oh, and we will.”
She sticks up her middle finger, causing us both to burst into laughter.
“There will be plenty of fucking, too, Voskoboynikov,” Rodion says in warning. “We’re not patient men. We’re madmen, lovely. And we’ve officially taken our bounty.”
She closes her eyes, and I do the same.
She’s ours.
Two days later…
Alyona, our gorgeous prize, is now sitting on the couch with Rodion rather than rotting in The Games arena. Two days ago, we brought her to a little apartment we like to keep just outside of the city. It’s quiet and private. The only other person who knows about it is our housekeeper who cleans and brings us fresh groceries every couple of days.
She’s safe here.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, unable to pull my eyes from her, even for a second.
“Like I have too much energy,” she murmurs, “and I need an outlet.”
I flash her a wolfish grin and prowl toward her. “Mmm, we can help tire you out, love.”
“You’re both evil,” she snorts out, shivering at my nearness. Her eyes dart to the tattoo on my neck, a skull complete with devil horns and a snake coiled around it, slithering through the eye sockets, a perfect match to the one on Rodion’s neck. “Devil twins.”
No argument there.
Our little angel likes to play with demons.
Rodion traces her bare stomach with his fingertip while I tug on her ear with my teeth.