Own You

Chapter 15

Our trip to Prague by ship only took three days. Once we arrived, Borya set us up in a mansion on the outskirts of the city. He seemed on edge the entire time we travelled here, and now he's even more unhinged. Borya says the place we have to go is full of his uncle's spies now. The only option he has is to send me in as his proxy. Borya assures me I'll be fine with the two bodyguards he's sending with me. But I still think this could be risky.

"Are you sure I'm the best person for this?" I ask nervously as I adjust my dress in the mirror.

The bathroom mirror is floor length, so I can, thankfully, see my entire ensemble before I leave. Borya walks over to me with a lustful grin on his face. He stands behind me, a cigarette between his thumb and middle finger and to his lips. A deep inhale and exhale later, he is kissing at my neck. I close my eyes and allow the feeling of his lips to distract me from my anxiousness.

"Relax, you'll be just fine. The earpiece I gave you will allow me to always stay in contact with you. If anything goes wrong, I won't be far away and your bodyguards won't let anything happen to you. It's just a simple meet up, they'll show you a selection of men who will become a part of my organization. It's up to you to choose who you think is right for the job. The whole reason I asked you to be the one is because I can see you're an expert judge of character," Borya admits before taking another puff of his cigarette.

"I don't know about that; my mother wasn't even who I thought she was," I admit with a sigh.

Borya turns me around to face him and his eyes hold sadness in them. His left hand brushes a few curls out of my face, and I relish the feeling of him touching me. Why is it that of all the bastards whom I belong to, do I actually want him? What is it about him that makes me want to be whisked away in his long arms like a fairytale?

This tall brutish killer is only bad news, just like the rest of them. But, somehow, I am falling for him like some silly girl in a teen romance.

"No one's parents are ever who they thought they were. Our parents have to be a certain way to raise us. Some of them don't do it right at all. Either way, I see something in you. You fascinate me in every sense of the word. But, more than that, I know you have so much potential. With me, you're as free as you wanna be. So, tonight I want you to act as if you own the place. Show me the confidence I saw when you gave us that idea on the island," Borya says, lifting me up by my ass and pinning me against the mirror.

His lips crush against mine, and I am caught up in the bliss of this moment. The way he kisses me makes me feel as if everything will be ok. Maybe everything will be ok, maybe I can actually trust him.

***

"Just try to relax, if these guys see you're nervous, they will try you. You can't show any signs of fear," Borya says, sitting next to me in the backseat of a Maybach.

I suck in a deep breath and try to calm myself. We are sitting outside of a warehouse in a poorer area of Prague. Supposedly, this is the location of a popular nightclub. Borya holds my left hand in both of his. I look over at him and he offers me a wide smile.

"I think I'm ok, now. Let's just get this over with," I say in a hurry to end this all.

"One more thing, Mya," Borya says before he pulls out a snub-nosed revolver and puts it in my hand. "Just in case you need it, I'd rather you have it."

I grip the cold steel, wondering why he would trust me not to shoot him and run away with my freedom.

"I know it's tempting, but you won't get home without a colossal headache and your passport," Borya chuckles.