Irish Deception

Chapter Twenty-One

Stasia

My face is on fire, if it didn't already hurt well it does now ten fold. As for my stomach, if I move in the slightest my whole torso screams in pain so instead of trying to move myself I lie there on the floor facing Hugh in absolute agony wondering how there's going to be any chance that either of us are going to get out of this.

It's only when I hear the door open and footsteps coming down that I somehow manage to roll myself over to face whoever it is that's just come in.

Vlad is still on the other side of the room his eyes on me and a pained expression over his face. Whilst my father and Micah speak quietly together, not loud enough for me to hear anything. Their conversation halting as soon as Nicolai reaches the bottom of the steps.

His eyes only briefly flicker down to me, absolutely no emotion on his face from seeing me this way which really doesn't surprise me in the slightest. Then he addresses our father like he didn't even see me.

"Irvin was asking for an update" he says his eyes flickering to me again before he then says. "He wants to know when she'll arrive"

When she'll arrive.

As in me?

My father sighs as if this is a massive inconvenience and then nods.

"We're coming up now" he says to Nicolai and then adds. "Post someone outside the door"

Without another word they all then turn and leave, heading back up the stairs leaving me and Hugh. Nicolai only glances back over his shoulder his eyes flickering to me briefly then to the back of the basement and back to me again.

No one helps me up.

Instead they leave me curled up in ball on the cold floor in front of Hugh and when they all leave I hear the click of the door signalling we're both locked down here and I realise this is it. This is my chance.

I know my father would have thought that locking us down here was one way to keep us in one place but what he doesn't know is that the sealed exit hasn't exactly been sealed since I was about twelve.

It's the same way Alexi and Nicolai used to sneak whatever girlfriend's they had at the time in and out under our father's nose.

Nicolai surely remembers that, surely he still knows about it and he's given us an out.

I don't know why he would help us but he has and I know we're not going to have much time so it's now or never. 

Using every single iota of strength that I have in my body - which isn't much - I heave myself off the floor groaning which elicits a shudder from Hugh.

From the pain that darts across my stomach from Micah's kick I can only really manage to crawl over to him but I quickly get to work untying his hands and feet.

As soon as the bindings are gone he slumps down to the side falling off the chair and I just about manage to catch him as we both tumble to the ground with me taking the majority of the blow as he pretty much fucking lands on top of me with a groan.

"Don't you fucking groan" I hiss shifting myself and him so we're both sitting up. "You landed on me you fucking lard ass" I then snap needing an outlet for everything right now because if I don't have one we will not get through this.

He's completely slumped against me not moving in the slightest and I curse the fact that I was actually pleased with how stacked he was at one point. Now I fucking hate it because I have no idea how I'm going to be able to support his fucking weight to get us both out of here.