Page 73 of Claiming His Throne
I take a step backwards and shake my head. “I don’t know you.”
“You don’t. Your boyfriend does.” He smiles but it’s more sinister than friendly.
I take another step back and hit something. Not something,someone, and that’s when I feel a prick on the side of my neck. I reach up but there’s nothing there. Hands grab on to my arms, and seconds later, the ground is spinning and everything goes foggy before my eyelids close. I struggle to keep them open but no amount of blinking is helping. I can’t. Everything goes black as I feel my body being lifted.
Chapter Thirty
My eyes fly open. Having something cold and wet splashed in your face will do that to you.
“Good. You’re awake,” a thick Russian accent sounds from behind me, while the asshole in front of me stands stoic, motionless, holding a now-empty bucket in his hands. This one is nothing more than a puppet. A soon-to-be-dead puppet, but a puppet nonetheless.
I don’t say a word. What I do is scan my surroundings, feel the tightness of the ropes around my wrists and ankles, which are tied behind me. Shifting slightly on the chair, I test the sturdiness of the wood, wondering how much effort it’s going to take to break it.
I don’t know how these assholes got the jump on me. The last thing I remember was sitting in the mayor’s office…
Then it hits me. The whiskey he gave me. I put his nervousness off as having to do with my presence. I didn’t once think that he was drugging me. He’ll be next on my kill list, once I end the fuckers in this room.
“Nothing to say?” That thick Russian accent comes from behind me again.
I keep my mouth shut. I don’t know who the fuck they think they’re talking to, but I’m not giving them shit. The bucket falls to the ground, and there’s nothing I can do to prevent the blow the puppet lands on my face, right on my fucking nose. The crunch of bone hits my ears before the pain registers.
“You have something I want,” the Russian says. Keeping himself from my view is his way of trying to mess with my head. It’s not going to work, but three stars to him for the effort.
When I don’t respond, another blow comes to my face. They’re going to have to do better than this. I almost laugh, but I don’t even want to give them that. Instead, I sit here, expressionless, staring into nothing. I let my mind drift. I take myself somewhere else, and the first thing I think of is her. Molly.
Thank fuck she was going to my house. No one is getting into that fortress. When my family notices I’m missing, they’ll be hunting for me, and they’ll go to the estate first. They will keep her safe.
“Do you want to know what it is I want?” the Russian asks.
Not particularly, I think to myself.
“I’ll tell you.” He leans close to the side of my face. “My disk drive back.”
What fucking disk drive?I keep the question to myself.
“You see, I have big plans for this city, and that pimp you made me blow up had something of mine on his body. I want it back,” the Russian sneers in my ear.
I lean forward and then drop my head backwards as hard as I can, right into the fucker’s face.
“Argh, motherfucker.” Something hard slams down on the top of my skull.
Worth it, I think as pain radiates through my temples.
The puppet walks out of the room, leaving me alone with the asshole who thinks he’s taking over my city.
“You know, I could sit here and torture you,” the thick Russian accent says. “But what would be the point of that? You won’t give me the disk back for your own life. But you will give it up for someone else’s.”
I frown in confusion. What the fuck is he talking about? The asshole still hasn’t let me see his face.
“You want to know what I’m going to do to this city first?”
“I’m a captive audience. I can’t wait to hear your delusions,” I grumble under my breath.
“You don’t even know it, but I’ve already started winning this little war of ours. My product is ten times more addictive than yours. You see, I made friends with a very talented chemist. It’s already on the streets, and when the customers realize they don’t want the shit you’re selling, guess who they’re coming to?”
“Let me know how that goes for you.”
“Oh, you won’t be alive to see it, unfortunately. It’s a shame too. I’d love to let you watch when I take that hot little sister of yours. Teach the Lopez family hownotuntouchable they are.”
