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But I’m quick with my own reply.“I don’t want you to remember this.”
I sense Viktor move behind me, and a tiny whimper escapes my lips. Jagger’s angry eyes turn to him, hatred and rage fueling his gaze. In that moment, I know Jagger won’tlook away, that he wants to remember what that man does to me so he can get his vengeance later.
His eyes turn back to me, strong and loving, and I nod my head in understanding. The first hit comes without warning, and I cry out as pain rips through my back. Jagger tries to move toward me, but he’s unable to budge.
The second hit comes a few seconds later, and I whimper, trying to hold my pain back. Jagger’s pain-filled eyes meet mine as he starts signing.“Remember, when we went to the zoo, and you went inside the batcave?”
I frown at the randomness but nod.“I knew what you were doing in there with Pete and Dex. I watched.”
My eyes widen in surprise just as another lash goes across my back. I try to ignore the pain, realizing that Jagger is trying to distract me.“I love watching you. Especially like that.”
A small smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth before he continues.“I held back going all the way with you because I wanted to tell you the truth of my parentage first.”Another lash comes, and I hiss, my back arching to try and pull away.“I don't need to anymore. The first chance I get, I’m making you mine.”
The final lash comes fast, and I grunt, trying to hold in my reaction. My eyes squeeze tightly shut as a few tears escape. But I nod anyway, my eyes connecting with Jagger’s before I sign back,“Yours.”
“Nachal’nik.” I lift my gaze to the man who’s entered the room, calling Ivanboss. He nods at Ivan before speaking again in Russian, “It's here.”
“Take them back to their rooms,” he instructs in Russian, gesturing to Jagger and me.
Alexei surprises me by helping me to pull my dress backover my head to cover my body, but when the material touches my back, I hiss in pain, realizing that wasn't kind at all. Moving is difficult, but I try to keep up to speed with Jagger and his guards, wanting to see where they take him.
We follow him up the stairs, where he is taken left, and I’m led to my room on the right. He glances back at me over his shoulder, and I offer him the sign that means,“I love you,”before I’m led in the opposite direction.
When we reach my room, Alexei lets go of my arm so I can enter on my own. I hear the door shut behind me and spend the next ten minutes trying to get my dress off without it causing any more pain, which turns out to be impossible. By the time it’s off, lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, I’m completely drained.
I lower myself slowly to the bed, lying on my stomach. I should take a shower to clean my back, but there is no way I can stand the pain of water hitting it right now. So instead, I close my eyes and let sleep take me.
“Are you going to get dressed or do you want to go to breakfast topless?” My eyes fly open to find Sergei standing over me with his arms crossed over his chest, looking upset.
I’m still in bed, on my stomach, but I pull my arms tight to my side, hoping to hide everything important from view.
His lips pinch in annoyance, then, in his thick Russian accent, he tells me, “Get dressed. You have five minutes before Ivan will start to grow impatient.” Then he exits the room, pulling the door shut behind him.
It takes me almost two minutes just to climb out of bed.Not only is my back extremely painful, but it must be covered in dried blood, which pulls at my skin. I’ll have to shower later. Hopefully, I at least get something to eat this morning. I didn’t have anything yesterday, and my stomach is rumbling.
I grab the biggest, baggiest dress I can find, which isn’t saying much, as they are all form-fitting for my body, and pull it on.
When I open the door, Sergei is there, his eyes quickly flicking over me before he nods once in approval. He offers me his elbow, surprising me, but I take it, needing the extra help to move this morning. Every step pulls at my back.
When we reach the top of the stairs, he reaches out and grabs my hand, as if to give me extra support down, but I feel him press a small object into my palm. Instinctively, I wrap my fingers around it and look up at him in question, but he keeps looking forward as if he hasn’t done anything.
“Sergei?” I ask in confusion. I have a feeling I’m not supposed to look at what he gave me yet.
“For his cuffs,” he whispers as we move down the staircase. Moving my fingers around the object, I realize it must be a key.
Dios mio!Did Sergei just give me the key to Jagger’s cuffs?
I need a way to give it to him, unseen, which will be difficult.
As we move slowly down the hall toward the dining room, my mind races with ideas. Any plan that has me pressing it into his hand as Sergei did to me makes me think we’ll be caught with so many eyes on us in that room.
But what other choice do I have?
As we near the doors, I pretend to cough, bringing myclosed fist up to my mouth as I bend over a little. When I stand back up and step into the dining room, I pray to God that this works.
CHAPTER SIX
JAGGER
