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My knuckles land with precision in his solar plexus. Even though my father is in his early sixties, he’s still in excellent shape, and it’s like hitting a brick wall. I feel the pain reverberate through my arm.
“Mrs. Belov,” Stan barks and comes for me.
But I’m high on adrenaline and fuelled by a red, hazy anger. As my father buckles, my knee connects with his, right before I swirl as Stan pounces, and he misses me, sprawling over my father. While he’s down, I grab his weapon and aim it at the other guards who are about to come for me.
“Don’t!” I warn.
“I wouldn’t.” Stacy shakes her head at the man. “She’s an excellent shot.”
“You fucking little bitch,” Doctor Bimbo hisses. “Put that down now. What do you think you’re going to do?” She glances at the door. “There are at least fifteen…” She glances at the guard standing near Stacy with his hands up. “How many would you say Igor?”
“Twenty-two, mam,” Igor obliges her.
“Then there’s the fact that dense woods surround us,” Doctor Bimbo tells me. “Your only way out would be to try trudging through the forest on foot after trying to get around the electric fence.” She glances at my stomach. “I wouldn’t recommend that.” She glances toward the living room. “All the vehicles are in the garages, but you’d have to get through at least four or five guards.”
Something flickers in her eyes, and I frown at her as Stan and my father start to stand. I turn my weapon on them. “Stay down,” I warn them.
Did Doctor Bimbo just give me the layout of the lodge?
“Stan, do you have the keys to Lev’s room?”
Stan nods, now sitting cross-legged on the floor, holding his hands up.
“Wait!” Marco grimaces, holding his ribs.
My frown deepens as I see how much pain he’s in. Fuck! I didn’t hit him that hard. However, my hand is aching like mad.
“Shut the fuck up!” I hiss at him. “I know exactly who you are now!“ My eyes narrow in on him in disgust. “You’ve trapped me and my friends for the last time, you fucking asshole.”
“Bella, you don’t understand,” Marco gasps.
“She said shut it, Marco!” Stacy snarls, pulling the gun from her guard, Igor’s, belt and points it at the guard. “I feel like I’m robbing a bank.”
“No!” Igor tells her. “You’re making the biggest mistake of your life, Miss Thompson.”
“Maybe!” Stacy responds. “But right now, I’m with my friend.”
“Give me the keys to Lev’s room.” I hold my hand out to Stan.
“Don’t!” Marco stops Stan, who was about to give them to me. My father turns to me. “You’ll have to go without him.”
“We’re not leaving him!“ Stacy growls.
“By my calculations,” Doctor Bimbo tells us, “you have about five minutes to decide what you’re going to do.” She taps her wrist. “Tick-tock.” She glances at me. “If I were you, I’d leave the Belov. Trust me, he’s not worth saving.”
“Fuck you, you whore!” Stacy snarls at her.
“Bella, think over all the training you’ve had for situations like this,” Marco tells me.
I want to kick him in the face, but he has a point, and I turn to Stacy. “We’ll have to come back for Lev. I promise we’ll bring an army of Zhukov Special Forces.” I glare at my father. “You think Konstantin’s pissed with you now—imagine how pissed he’s going to be when he knows you kidnapped me and Stacy. Probably had Pavel killed and are holding his best friend hostage.”
“I’ll take my chances,” Marco tells me. “Now, what are you going to do Isabella? I need to get my ribs retaped and have some things I need to do.”
Jesus! My father really is the cold fucker I’ve recently learned he is.
“Like that whore?” Stacy sneers nastily.
Marco glances at her, but I don’t give him a chance to reply as I grab his attention.
