Page 46 of Saved By A God
“And you’re creepy,” I snap while climbing to my feet. My head spins a little, but I don’t let it stop me from walking to the bars. “Where am I? Who are you? And why?”
“Russia. You can call me Kirill, and you’re here because you’re the best in your field.”
I’m so surprised he answered my questions that I stare at him, but then the doubt sinks in.
Kirill reads my expression like a book and says, “You’re never leaving here, so there’s no reason to hide anything from you. Come, I’ll show you around your new home.”
My eyebrows lift when he unlocks the… gate, for lack of a better word. Carefully stepping out of the cell, I glance around me, taking in as much as possible.
My cell is just one of many that line the second level on all four sides, connected by a metal walkway that overlooks the vast open space below.
Is this a prison?
Despite the building looking very old, it’s surprisingly clean. The floors seem to get mopped on a regular basis, and the railings gleam under the bright industrial lights.
When I look down to the first floor, I see rows of tables, each occupied by someone working behind a computer. The steady tapping of keyboards fills the air, mixing with the low hum of electronics.
Mounted against the far wall, a giant screen displays columns of red numbers that constantly change, and an amount at the top that keeps climbing higher with every passing second.
Armed men move between the desks, rifles slung across their chests as they keep watch over everyone.
“This is the team that kept you busy the past week and a half while my men slipped into New York unnoticed.”
My eyes widen as they snap to Kirill.
So all the hacking attempts were a diversion? Holy shit!
God dammit! I should’ve looked into those three Russian men I saw near the plant where Enzo and Riccardo met with the cartel.
“They also wiped out any trace of us ever being there, so the Cosa Nostra won’t find anything if they do a search.” His black eyes remain locked with mine. “We’ve scanned you for a tracker. I have to admit I was surprised you didn’t have one.”
To be honest, I never thought to give myself a tracker.Not once did it cross my mind.
Kirill’s eyes remain focused on me. “The blast took out most of my men and all of yours. There were no bodies left inside to be identified, so you actually did us a favor. You’re dead to your family, Miss La Rosa.”
God, no!
My parents. Gianna. This is going to kill them.
Enzo.
Focus on this very shitty predicament you find yourself in, Rosie.
I look at the rows of desks again and ask, “Who are the people?”
“Just hackers. Not as good as you, but they serve a purpose for now.”
“For now?” My gaze returns to Kirill.
The man is eerily calm and in control, and it scares me more than if he were volatile. It gives me the impression he’s emotionless, and people like that kill more easily.
“Anyone can be replaced.” It doesn’t sound threatening but more like a random statement, yet it puts the fear of God in me.
I haven’t been tortured. No hitting, raping, or interrogations.Yet.
“What do you want from me?”
Kirill gestures for me to walk, and when I move, the chains rattle softly.
