SASHA’S POV
“Let me go,” I said, my voice steady despite the panic rising in my chest.
“I promise I won’t tell Sebastian what you’ve done. Just let me go, Roland. Please.”
He laughed bitterly, the sound hollow and cruel. “You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know you’ll run straight to him the moment you’re out of here? No, Sasha. You’re not leaving. Not today. Not ever.”
Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them away. “You can’t keep me here forever,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Oh, but I can,” he said, a twisted smile playing on his lips. “And I will. You’ll see, Sasha. In time, you’ll understand that this is for the best.”
I shook my head, my fists clenching at my sides. “You’re delusional.”
Roland’s smile faded, and he stepped even closer, invading my space. I tried to back away, but the bed stopped me. He reached out, his hand brushing against my cheek. I flinched, but he didn’t pull away.
“You’ll come to love me,” he said, his voice soft but laced with menace. “I’ll make sure of it.”
“Don’t touch me,” I spat, slapping his hand away.
His expression hardened, and before I could react, he leaned in, his lips aiming for mine. My body moved on instinct, and my hand connected with his cheek in a sharp, resounding slap.
The force of it startled me, but I didn’t care. “Don’t you dare,” I hissed, my voice trembling with fury.
“I will never love you, Roland. No matter what you do. No matter how long you keep me here. You’re nothing to me.”
For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of his heavy breathing. His cheek was bright red where I’d struck him, and his eyes burned with anger. But beneath the anger, I saw something else-hurt.
“You’ll regret that,” he said finally, his voice low and dangerous. “You think you can defy me, but you’re wrong, Sasha. You’re mine now. And you’re not leaving. Ever.”
“Go to hell,” I said, my voice filled with venom.
He smiled coldly. “We’ll see who breaks first,” he said, turning on his heel and heading for the door. But before he left, he paused, glancing back at me.
“We’ll be married soon, Sasha. Right here. You’ll see-it’s for the best.”
With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence.
I sank to the floor, my body trembling as the weight of his words crashed over me. Married? He couldn’t be serious. But the look in his eyes told me he was.
My mind raced, searching for a way out, for something-anything-I could do to escape. But the walls felt like they were closing in, and for the first time, a sliver of doubt crept in. Could I really get out of this?
No. I couldn’t think like that. I had to get out. For Sebastian. For myself. For the future Roland was so desperately trying to steal from me.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
I would fight. No matter what it took.
SEBASTIAN’S POV
The room was silent, save for the faint ticking of the antique clock hanging on the wall. I sat in my study, leaning back in my chair, eyes scanning over the reports sprawled across the desk.
My mind, however, was elsewhere, on Sasha. Even now, after everything, she was the only constant in my chaotic life, the one thing that made it all worth it.
But her abduction haunted me like a nightmare I couldn’t wake from, a reminder of how close I had come to losing her.
My phone buzzed on the desk, cutting through the silence. Instantly, my hand reached for it, and I saw the name of one of my most trusted men flashing on the screen.
“Talk to me,” I commanded, my tone clipped as I brought the phone to my ear.
“Boss,” his voice came through, sharp and urgent, “we’ve got new intel on Sasha’s kidnapping.”
I sat up straight, heart pounding in my chest. “What is it?”
There was a pause, and then he dropped the bombshell that made my blood run cold.
“Roland didn’t leave the country. He didn’t travel like we thought. He’s been lying this whole time. He’s involved in Sasha’s kidnapping.”
“What?” The word escaped my lips as a harsh whisper, but it carried the weight of a roar.
My fingers gripped the phone tighter as if I could crush it. “Are you sure?”
“We’re certain, boss. We’ve confirmed his involvement. And we’ve got their location. He’s holed up at a warehouse on the east side of the city.”
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Roland. The man I had trusted with my life, the man I considered a brother, had betrayed me in the worst possible way.
Betrayed Sasha. A flash of anger surged through me, hot and uncontrollable, and I slammed my free hand against the desk, making the wood creak under the pressure.
“Send me the address,” I snapped, my voice ice-cold. “I’ll deal with this myself.”
Without waiting for a response, I ended the call and stood, grabbing my jacket and the gun that never left my side.
Fury coursed through my veins as I called for my men. I wasn’t going to waste another second. Roland had crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed, and now, he was going to pay.
The air was thick with tension as my convoy of black SUVs sped through the city streets, their headlights cutting through the night.
I sat in the lead vehicle, staring out the window but not really seeing anything.
My mind replayed every moment I had shared with Roland, every time I had trusted him with my life, every time I had defended him when others doubted him. And now, all of it felt like a cruel joke.
“Boss,” one of my men said from the front seat, snapping me out of my thoughts. “We’re almost there.”
I nodded, gripping my gun tightly. “When we arrive, no hesitation. We go in hard and fast. Take out anyone who stands in our way.” My voice was cold, devoid of emotion, but inside, I was boiling with rage.
The warehouse came into view-a sprawling, run-down building on the outskirts of the city. Its windows were boarded up, and faint light seeped through the cracks.
My men parked the SUVs a safe distance away, and we exited the vehicles in silence, moving with the precision of a well-trained unit.
“Positions,” I ordered, my voice low. My men spread out, surrounding the warehouse and waiting for my signal.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. This wasn’t just business, It was personal.
With a nod, I gave the signal, and chaos erupted.
The first shots rang out, shattering the stillness of the night. My men stormed the warehouse, guns blazing, and I was right there with them, leading the charge.
The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the deafening sound of gunfire.
Shadows moved in the dim light, enemies darting between crates and machinery, but I didn’t hesitate. My gun was an extension of my arm, and every pull of the trigger was precise, lethal.
I took down the first man who came at me without breaking stride, a clean shot to the chest. Another rushed me from the side, but a quick pivot and a well-aimed bullet dropped him before he got close.
My men were equally efficient, their movements synchronized as they cut through the opposition.