25-year-old Lyra loves to dance and hang out with her best friend, who is more like a sister. Lyra's world is turned upside down when she is taken hostage. Soon Lyra discovers she is drawn to one of the Russian men who took her and fights it, knowin...
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"Why are you helping me, anyway? I mean, you were such an ass to be the first time we met, hell your the one that kidnaped me!"
His jaw clenches, and his hand tightens on the wheel. It surprises me when answering my question. "I didn't have much choice, and I was an ass to you because I am an asshole. Your the only one that had the pleasure of seeing this, side that he says.
" Mh, and what side is that Viktor?" I question. He shrugs his shoulders in response. "Well?" I say in annoyance. "The caring side. The side that has fallen in love with you!" My mouth drops in an O form, not expecting that answer. Then I smile. Feeling joy about this, but I decide to change the subject know were in no place to say such things, to confess such things.
"Where are we anyway? Nobody told me." I look out the window see sings, but I don't recognize any names. "Were in Main, we should be out soon, though?" he says." Oh, so then we're not far in?" I ask, confused. I know been driving long." Yea, was nog now in. I know a Dr in New Hampshire that can help us with your gunshot wound."
"And you trust this dr. I mean not to say anything about seeing him?" I ask. He chuckles, his laugh music to my ears. " I wouldn't be taking us there if I did not trust him." He says shrugging his shouldn't.
I nod my head and lay my head back on the seat. The stench in the car is musky, I think it's an old Honda, but I'm not sure. It was dark the night we got it. I can't wait to tell me we can stop. I'm so ready to get out of this clothing.
" So what are you doing in America anyway? You don't sound like you have been here long, I say. His honey-brown eyes meet mine for a second before moving back to the road." You're full of Question tonight arent you. Your father went to Russia on a business trip. Well, long story short, your mother, my father met fell in love, and he brought is back here to live."
"How old were you? When you came here, I mean?" I turn my head and look at him. I'm sure I'm getting on his nerves by now, but I don't care. I have been left in the dark for two months now about everything.
"I was eight years old. I think my mother fell in love with him, but I know he didn't fall in love with her." He takes a deep breath, then continues." After we can here, we were only here a year before my mother died of cancer. I don't believe it, though. No, I think he killed her, made her sick. I guess I have known since I was 10 when I first saw him kill someone with poison at dinner."
I cover my mouth and stare at him. My heart breaks for him. I don't know what or who I would be if I were there instead of him. I'm just glad he turned out good. Not the monster my father is. " I'm sorry for what my father has done. I'm so sorry you have been dragged in to save me into being in my family's fucked drama." I want to sob, but I don't instead biting my lip with my head down.
The car jerks my heart jumping loudly in surprise. Viktor pulls the vehicle into park and grabs my face in his hands. His honey-brown eyes meet mine in the dark - the moon casting a glow in the car." Don't try to feel sorry for me. Don't try to place blame on your or feel bad any of this. None of this is your fault." I bite my lip and nod my head, not trusting my self to say anything.
His lips crash to mine, making me whimper. I pull my self across the seat and sit on his lap. His hand tangles in my hair, pulling me closer. My core heats. My juices start to flow. I moan and buck my hips on his growing erection. "You're so fucking beautiful. So fucking mine," he says, his accent coming in deep.
Some car pass, and I hope a cop doesn't show up. I'm not sure if I could stop now. I moan again, louder this time. Viktor pulls away and catches his breath. I pant and frown at him. "We have to stop; we have to keep going. You still hurt." I groan, rolling off him and straighten my dress out. I know he is right, but damn I need him.
"I Probably stink away," I grumble out. He smiles and pulls my lips to his. He kisses my cheek, then my lips gently pull away and start the car. "Never would I not take you just because you stink. But yes, you do, by the way."
I blush then wack him in the chest. " Viktor!" I say with mortification. He laughs and pulls back out onto the road. "It's okay, I still love you," he says then winks at me.
I smile, layback, and close my eyes. Only to open then when Viktor asks me a question. "Tell me about your life?" He whispers.
I ponder on this. I try to think of where to start, but in the end, I begin from the beginning.
I tell him about my mother and I. How happy we were before she died. I talk about how alone I was after she left. I talk about laura, and how we met, how she becomes a family to me. I tell him about my dance. The one thing I have always enjoyed about life was dance. I never had to have music, just my body. There is this consistent energy that hums in my body that wants me to dance.
"I miss it; I miss laura," I whisper. I look over at him to see his eyes glued to the street. He is so quiet. I forgot he was even there while I was talking. I don't want to know how long I have been talking.
"You will see her again. Thank you for telling me your story. Your mother sounds wonderful, and I'm glad you met laura to. I can imagine it was hard until you met her."
"We both know I won't see her again," I scoff. Like my father wouldn't just kill her before killing me. "Unless we kill him first," Viktor says. I raise my eyebrows at him, but don't comment.
Oh, no! Oh, no laura. How could I be so stupid? "Viktor. Oh my god, Viktor. James knows where Laura lives. He threatened that if I did this again, he would kill her!"
My chest twist, and I start to gasp for air. "Calm down, calm down, Lyra." " No. No, I won't calm down. He is going to kill her!" I yell, cutting him won't.
"Lyra. She is okay. Laura has the heath, and the force covers her. Your father is evil but not stupid. I sigh a breath of relief. " Wait, how do you know?" I ask
"Not only was I watching you for weeks, but I have been keeping an eye on them. " You remember how I told me I had a plan?" He asks. "Yes, of course. What was the plan anyway?" I raise my brows at him.
I had an envelope delivered to Laura. Every little dirty detail and evidence I had on him. I knew it wouldn't be long until you were saved after that. Well, that was until you decide to make your escape plan." He says, smirking.
"You, you did that for me? When? I ask, stunned. " The night I had to whip you. That's the night I could no longer stand to watch you suffer anymore. I saw the change in you that night, and the day after that and the next. I honestly didn't think I would get through your new walls. I'm glad I did, though.
Viktor pulls off the highway and into a small town. I don't comment. I don't want to get into the state of my mind I was going in. I wonder if he would call me my father's daughter, after all.
"We almost there?" I ask about changing the subject. He nods and takes another turn. "It might be another hour or so. Why don't you rest some more." I don't argue, pulling the soft brown blanket on the floor or me and closing my eyes.
It doesn't take long for sleep to claim me, and I'm glad about it. .................................................................
Hey guy. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Getting a little deeper into the character's whys and who they are etc.
This chapter is a stepping stone for there growing love.❤️
