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“I want to touch you.”
“See, you are a liar.”
“All men lie,” I said, gently pulling her toward me, my hands on her hips, my mouth reaching for hers.
She leaned down, meeting me for a kiss. “You shouldn’t start what you can’t finish.”
“Oh, I’ll fucking finish, all right.” I jerked her head down and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She’d woken something up in me. I had no clue what it was, maybe just need.
A life raft.
Hope.
Care.
Who the hell knew?
A knock sounded at the door, then it opened suddenly. We broke apart. It was the butler from earlier.
“Hey man, you need something?” I asked.
“Sorry to interrupt.” His smile was sinister. “But orders are orders.”
“What?” I painfully swung my legs over the edge of the bed, jerking in shock when he pulled out a tranq gun and shot me in the neck. With deft movements, he reloaded and hit Katya next.
The last thing I remembered was seeing her fall to the carpet next to me, face full of terror.
And me, knowing I was unable to stop the nightmare ahead.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“I am an undisputed gangster. To me, that means playing by my own rules.” —Katherine Ryan
Katya
The first thing that hit me was the familiar smell, then the click-clop of footsteps. It was like I’d traded a dream and walked directly into my old nightmares. I kept my eyes closed as the footsteps stopped somewhere close and then began again and kept going. I let out the breath I’d been holding in and finally opened my eyes.
It was dark except for the moonlight streaking in through the small window in the corner, and it looked exactly like the cell I was in before, though that one had not had a window. But the wet, moldy smell and the echoing water dripping in places and sliding back into the ocean were the same.
Even the dampness from being on the lighthouse island.
I could smell it and feel it all.
I pinched myself to make sure I was awake.
I was.
The last thing I remembered was seeing Santino collapse to the floor after a dart went into his neck and then a sting in my neck and sudden darkness.
Why this place? Why did I have to come back? And how did this even happen? I shivered and tried to get up. My head was pounding, and I was freezing, still wearing nothing but the white lingerie I’d been modeling for Santino earlier. When I looked down, it already had a few tears and smudges of dirt all over it. My hands looked the same. I got to my hands and knees and faced the metal door, then looked around.
There was a small concrete slab for sleeping, a threadbare blanket, and what looked like a small tin collecting water from the ceiling.
Was I supposed to survive off that?
“Katya,” Santino’s voice sounded.
I quickly turned fully around.
