Page 77 of Victor's Lethal Desire
I stand tall, glaring at him with every ounce of defiance I have left.
Dimitri's lip curls in disgust, and then he throws the towel at me.
"Get fucking dressed."
He turns and walks out into the living room, leaving a stone-faced guard behind to watch me.
I don't move for a moment, my mind racing.
How did he find me? What does he know?
I pick up the towel and dry off. The guard doesn't look away, his hand resting on the gun at his hip.
"A little privacy, please," I say, my tone dry.
He doesn't respond or move.
I turn my back to him, rummage through my bag, and pull out the first thing I can grab.
I drop the towel, step into dark jeans, and pull a black shirt over my head. My hands tremble as I slide the ring back onto my finger, hoping they don't know what's on it.
Maybe he just wants my help? Please let it be that.
I take a breath and walk into the living room, staring down the guard who stayed with me.
Dimitri sits at the table, five men flanking him. He doesn't look at me, just gestures to a chair across from him. "Sit."
I lower myself into the seat as the sound of my blood whooshing through my ears intensifies.
I force my expression to remain neutral, casual.
"So, what's this about?"
Dimitri shakes his head in disbelief.
"Why don't you tell me?"
"I... I don't know," I say.
Dimitri looks at his men and laughs.
"She doesn't know."
He slams his hand on the table, the sound echoing through the room.
"You fucking betraying bitch."
My blood runs cold.
Shit. He knows.
"Dimitri..."
He stands, his chair scraping against the floor. "You," he says, looking at me now, "broke into my suite and did something to my tablet."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
He walks over and backhands me. Pain explodes through my cheek, my head snapping to the side.
