Page 68 of Saved By A God
“Good. Get your asses to Russia. As soon as you’re here, I’ll organize for Yegor to come to the prison. He won’t stay for long, so you’ll have to move the moment he’s at the prison.”
“Got it. Give us a day to get everything ready.”
“And two more to smuggle everyone into Russia,” Adriano says.
“Did you get that?” I ask Rodian.
“Yes. You do what you have to, and I’ll make sure no one touches Rosie.”
“Are you with her right now?” I ask.
“No, but I have a trusted man watching her. All these fuckers want is money.” He clears his throat. “I pretended to claim her just to stop anyone from getting any ideas.”
My eyebrow flies up as anger surges through my chest just hearing another man mentioning the word ‘claim’ in regard to Rosie.
“Just keep your hands off her,” I growl.
“Don’t insult me, Enzo. I’m doing you a fucking favor.”
I suck in a deep breath, then say, “I apologize. Thank you for watching over my woman.”
“Tensions are running high. Once everyone has what they want, maybe we can sit down for a meal.”
“Okay.”
He pauses, then adds, “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry for what my organization has done. It’s because of shit like this I have to take over, or the Bratva will become a cesspool of scum.”
There it is. The real reason.
I can hear the hatred in his voice.
Giving him an inch, I say, “Let’s make history together, Rodian.”
“I like the sound of that.”
We end the call, and as I glance around the room, everyone is staring at me.
“Looks like you just formed yourself an alliance with the future head of the Bratva,” Dad says, pride soaked into every word. He glances between Christiano and me. “I’m proud of both of you.”
Rosie
With the rest breaks Rodian is giving me under the guise of using me for sex, I’m getting more sleep, and the food he gives me when I’m with him is much better than the slop they feed us.
Never in my life did I think I’d be so excited to eat vegetables.
I’ve regained some of the strength I lost, and knowing the end of this nightmare is in sight gives me the will to push through every hellish day.
My eyes are getting worse, though. I need to take a long break from looking at screens.
“I’ll take over,” Rodian says from behind me.
I glance at him and see how Kirill’s lips tighten with a displeased look. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with her.”
Rodian raises an eyebrow at my old guard, who’s finally been showing emotion the past five days. He doesn’t like it one bit that Mikhail has been ordered to keep watch over me, so he stubbornly hangs around like a damn fly.
Letting out a discontented sigh, Kirill walks away, and Mikhail goes to stand by the door to keep watch.
Rodian’s gaze sweeps over my face. “Your eyes look worse. Did you put in the drops?”
