The car ride was silent, the only sound being the faint hum of the engine and the occasional flick of a lighter as Mikhail it another cigars ANKA stiffly, the leather seat cold against her skin. She clutched the fabric of the coat draped over her shoulders, its warmth a stark contrast to the terjer clawing at her insides.
She didn’t dare speak.
Mr. Volkov had killed a man.
Right in front of her.
Why wasn’t the police informed? Why didn’t anyone stop him? How could he get away with a murder? His aura was so relaxed as if what he did was a daily occurrence for him. The thought alone terrified her to her bones.
The memory of the gunshot echoed in her mind, her fingers twitching at the phantom sensation of the body falling beside her. Who was this man? And what did he want from her? She knows nothing about him and yet she met him twice and that too coincidentally. She didn’t know what he looked like but she could grasp the aura and the voice of the man. He sounded intimidating and cold.
“You’re shaking,” Mikhail observed, his voice low.
Angela flinched. “I–I don’t understand.”
Angela didn’t know that she was trembling. So when he pointed out her subtle shaking she couldn’t help but feel scared even more.
A pause. Then, a slow inhale as he took another drag of his cigarette. “Understand what?”
His voice was a low grumble of deep ominous darkness. He sounded so cold.
“Why did you buy me?” her voice was hesitant and small as she asked that question.
He exhaled, the smoke curling around them like a ghostly presence. “I don’t like unfinished business.”
Angela’s brows furrowed. “I don’t understand,” she asked cautiously.
Mikhail tapped the ash from his cigarette. “You were in my way before. I figured I’d see how your story ended.”
She shivered at how easily he said such a thing. Her life wasn’t a story for someone’s entertainment. She didn’t dare say her thoughts out loud.
“And if I don’t want to be part of your story?” Angela was scared and yet she asked him what she feared.
A dark chuckle left through his lips. “That’s not really up to you anymore.”
Angela’s stomach twisted into knots. She gripped the coat tighter, her nails digging into the fabric. This man was dangerous and unpredictable. He had saved her from one hell only to drag her into another.
He had bought her so he thinks he owns her. Angela wasn’t some sort of a toy that everyone thought they could play with her. Sell her off and buy her.. She was a living human being, She has emotions. A soul. Why was this world so cruel to her? What has she done to deserve this?
The car slowed to a stop. The door opened, and a rush of cold air hit her. Before she could react, Mikhail’s hand was on her arm, guiding her out.
Angela struggled and tried to yank her arm out of his grasp but Mikhail didn’t let go. Instead, he tightened his hold on her arm and jerked her closer only to cause her to stumble as she lost her footing and was about to fall but he steadied her.
“Careful,” he murmured.
“Let me go,” She whispered, trying to free herself again but it was to no avail. Mr. Volkov was far stronger than her and he was standing too close, she could inhale his rich Cologne and feel his warm breath on her head. He was so tall, his big warm hand was gripping her arm, she knew he was strong.
Chapter 4
You are so thin.” He said and her breath hitched when she felt his hand squeezing her arm softly as if to check how easy it was to break
“Struggling would get you nowhere. Where do you plan to escape in a state like this?” His voice was calm but his words were harsh. He was disability. Her heart ached at his crude words. How could he say such a thing to her? But then again. He was a man who bought her and willed a m front of her so what could she expect from him?
*There are steps.” His voice pulled her out of her thoughts and she flinched away from him because he was too close.
She hesitated, but there was no point in resisting. Angela had tried struggling but it only earned her a warning squeeze on her arm from him. The girl felt his palm under her hand as if telling her to place her hand in his. She refused to do so as he wanted but Mr. Volkov didn’t like it because he grabbed her small trembling hand in his big warm one.
He led her forward, the sound of heavy doors creaking open making her heart pound.
They were inside his house or the place where he intended to keep her. Or perhaps where he planned to simply kill her just like the way he killed the man at the auction. But come to think of it, he saved her from that guy but then again Angela didn’t know Mr. Volkov well enough to conclude if he was a good man or not. But then again no good men go out attending the human auctions and carry weapons around.
The scent of leather, wood, and smoke filled her nose. The air was thick with authority, with power. This was no ordinary home.
This was his empire.
A hand brushed against her cheek, startling her. “Scared?”
Angela’s lips parted, but no words came out. She inhaled sharply, jerking away from his touch. Her did he touch her like that?
Mikhail chuckled, noticing her fear, his voice dripping with amusement. “Good.”
And with that, he closed the door behind them, locking Angela inside the wolf’s den.
cheeks burned and her heartbeat accelerated. Why
