looked. Light green paint had peeled away
from the cinderblocks and littered the linoleum floor.
She lifted her eyes to meet Richard’s. He’d
been at family gatherings throughout the years and she tended to treat him as
the older brother she didn’t have. “I’m so confused.”
Richard sat next to her taking her hand
into his. “Whaddya confused about? Orlov?”
“I thought he left with Camille Mayden
the other night so I’ve treated him badly. On top of that I was caught kissing
another guy and confessed to a bunch of cops that I enjoyed it, right in front
of him.”
Richard shifted uneasily in the chair.
“I’m not surprised you’re confused. I heard how your relationship took a
different turn with John. You’ve been handed a lot of shit the past few days
and I’m sure it’s hard to sort it all out.”
That was one thing that Camryn hated about
her uncle, well father, being a cop. Everyone knew everyone else’s business.
“Cam, take off for a while. Clear your
head and let the dust settle. This jag-off will be behind bars and you’ll have
time to come to terms with your relationship to John.” He shrugged and
continued, “I personally don’t think Viktor’s right for you. Not your type at
all.”
She half-smiled, “And what exactly is my
type?”
“Someone that’s not spineless. Orlov’s a
pussy when it comes to you. It’s disgusting and frankly I’m surprised you put
up with it.”
* * *
“The lass hung up,” Declan said, handing
the mobile to John.
John took the phone and pulled a notepad
and pen from his jacket pocket. He quickly scribbled something and handed the
sheet to Declan.
He lifted his eyebrows curiously as he
scanned the paper. “It’s Cam’s phone number. Trust me, she’d enjoy a call from
you once she simmers down,” John urged.
Declan tucked the sheet into his pants
pocket and shook John’s hand. “I’m not sure aboot that, but thanks.”
* * *
Camille Mayden blinked her eyes wearily.
She shook inside from the nightmare, even though she remembered little of it. Something about being tied to a bed. She tried to roll over
to catch a few more winks.
She realized she was living the
nightmare.
She struggled against the leather that
bound her hands to the bed rail. They seemed looser than the day before or
maybe it was wishful thinking.
She stilled at the sound of footsteps.
“So, you’ve decided to see things my way,
eh?” a deep voice boomed. “Tonight you may bring the girl directly to me. In
the mean time I’ll need six additional and I expect you to find them since
Valik is presently tied up.”
The caller replied, infuriating the man.
“You will get me more girls.” She listened as he paced the floor. “Do you
realize the problems you’ve created for me? Valik’s been arrested and I’m
having a difficult time getting him out! See that you expedite his release!”
Camille heard the closure of a flip
phone. When he passed by he brushed his fingers against her exposed thigh. She
repressed a shudder. He walked away closing the door behind him.
She lifted her head and looked at her
surroundings. She counted four women in the same predicament, strapped to beds
with IV bottles next to them.
What did he plan on doing to them? She
put that thought from her mind as she feverishly worked her wrists in the
leather straps. She’d be damned if she’d die this way.
* * *
Viktor sauntered to his desk and noticed
Cam sitting there.
“Viktor, I’m so sorry for what I said,”
she whispered.
He raised an eyebrow. “But not for what
you did?”
She blushed, “Yes,
from the cinderblocks and littered the linoleum floor.
She lifted her eyes to meet Richard’s. He’d
been at family gatherings throughout the years and she tended to treat him as
the older brother she didn’t have. “I’m so confused.”
Richard sat next to her taking her hand
into his. “Whaddya confused about? Orlov?”
“I thought he left with Camille Mayden
the other night so I’ve treated him badly. On top of that I was caught kissing
another guy and confessed to a bunch of cops that I enjoyed it, right in front
of him.”
Richard shifted uneasily in the chair.
“I’m not surprised you’re confused. I heard how your relationship took a
different turn with John. You’ve been handed a lot of shit the past few days
and I’m sure it’s hard to sort it all out.”
That was one thing that Camryn hated about
her uncle, well father, being a cop. Everyone knew everyone else’s business.
“Cam, take off for a while. Clear your
head and let the dust settle. This jag-off will be behind bars and you’ll have
time to come to terms with your relationship to John.” He shrugged and
continued, “I personally don’t think Viktor’s right for you. Not your type at
all.”
She half-smiled, “And what exactly is my
type?”
“Someone that’s not spineless. Orlov’s a
pussy when it comes to you. It’s disgusting and frankly I’m surprised you put
up with it.”
* * *
“The lass hung up,” Declan said, handing
the mobile to John.
John took the phone and pulled a notepad
and pen from his jacket pocket. He quickly scribbled something and handed the
sheet to Declan.
He lifted his eyebrows curiously as he
scanned the paper. “It’s Cam’s phone number. Trust me, she’d enjoy a call from
you once she simmers down,” John urged.
Declan tucked the sheet into his pants
pocket and shook John’s hand. “I’m not sure aboot that, but thanks.”
* * *
Camille Mayden blinked her eyes wearily.
She shook inside from the nightmare, even though she remembered little of it. Something about being tied to a bed. She tried to roll over
to catch a few more winks.
She realized she was living the
nightmare.
She struggled against the leather that
bound her hands to the bed rail. They seemed looser than the day before or
maybe it was wishful thinking.
She stilled at the sound of footsteps.
“So, you’ve decided to see things my way,
eh?” a deep voice boomed. “Tonight you may bring the girl directly to me. In
the mean time I’ll need six additional and I expect you to find them since
Valik is presently tied up.”
The caller replied, infuriating the man.
“You will get me more girls.” She listened as he paced the floor. “Do you
realize the problems you’ve created for me? Valik’s been arrested and I’m
having a difficult time getting him out! See that you expedite his release!”
Camille heard the closure of a flip
phone. When he passed by he brushed his fingers against her exposed thigh. She
repressed a shudder. He walked away closing the door behind him.
She lifted her head and looked at her
surroundings. She counted four women in the same predicament, strapped to beds
with IV bottles next to them.
What did he plan on doing to them? She
put that thought from her mind as she feverishly worked her wrists in the
leather straps. She’d be damned if she’d die this way.
* * *
Viktor sauntered to his desk and noticed
Cam sitting there.
“Viktor, I’m so sorry for what I said,”
she whispered.
He raised an eyebrow. “But not for what
you did?”
She blushed, “Yes,
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