Page 69 of Saved By A God
“Yes.”
He comes closer and leans back against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest, then he murmurs in a low tone, “They’re here. I’ve lured Yegor to the prison under the pretense that I have more ideas for the place.”
“Like?”
“Get rid of the other hackers who are taking up space and replace them with sex slaves. I told him you’ll still do the job to keep them alive, and with a bit of revamping we can get it up and running in two months.”
“Jesus,” I hiss. “It’s sickening just thinking about it.”
“And that is why things have to change. There are better ways to make money.”
“I can help.” I close my eyes, letting them rest for a minute. “If everything goes according to plan, I can hack for you and set up systems so you’re in complete control of your men.”
“I’ve heard you work with the Bulgarians, Romanians, Turkish, and Yakuza.” He lets out a chuckle. “Looks like you’re not just the heart of the Cosa Nostra but also the heart of crime.”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “It has a nice ring to it.”
Rodian’s phone buzzes, and opening my eyes, I watch as he pulls it out of his pocket. He reads the message, then slightly turns the screen so I can see.
Enzo: Ready when you are.
My heartbeat speeds up, knowing my family is nearby.
“Before I forget,” I say, my gaze lifting to Rodian’s. “There’s a teenage boy next door. Tim. I want him to come with me when shit goes down.”
He lets out a sigh. “Let me think for a moment.” He stares at the doorway for a little while, then says, “I’ll grab the boy and pretend to threaten you by holding a gun to his head. Anything else will make the others suspicious.”
“Poor kid, but if that’s what it takes to keep him alive, I’m on board.”
Mikhail steps to the side while clearing his throat, an indication that someone is coming.
I get back to work, typing my butt off, while Rodian takes hold of a lock of my hair, twirling it around his finger to keep up the act that I belong to him.
“Danil’s calling,” Kirill mutters. “Yegor is en route.”
Rodian lets go of my hair and straightens before stepping right up to Kirill and looking him dead in the eye to intimidate him.
The stare-off lasts all but ten seconds before Kirill reluctantly lowers his head and moves to the side.
I press my lips together so I don’t smile and focus as I enter an illegal adoption chat room where babies and children who’ve been kidnapped are sold.
My stomach churns as Rodian leaves, and I feel Kirill’s eyes burning into the back of my head.
Just a little longer, Rosie.
I take turns closing my eyes while I work, and after what feels like hours, I hear Tim begging, “No. Please. Don’t shoot me.”
“Shut up!” Rodian snaps, and as I glance at the door, I see him shoving Tim so hard the poor boy sprawls over the floor.
“I’ve brought in more than a hundred million,” I shout, figuring I have to put up an act as well. “You don’t need to hurt him! He’s just a kid.”
“Yeah?” Rodian hauls Tim up by his arm. “Do you think a hundred mil is going to keep him alive when I know you can bring in more?”
He shoves Tim at me, and the boy falls half across me and partially over the desk. I grab hold of him, and getting up, I move him behind me. Leveling Rodian with a glare, I hiss, “If you touch a hair on his body, I won’t bring in another cent for the Bratva.”
Rodian pulls his gun out and stalks toward us, and for a moment it doesn’t feel like an act.
Stopping right in front of me, he leans down until his forehead almost touches mine and growls, “How fast will you bring in five hundred mil if I start taking body parts off the kid?”
