"Saty is here," Krystoff said, flicking the ash from his cigar into an ashtray. Technically the club was non-smoking, but the rules didn't apply to the club owners. "I truly despise that little weasel." Jozef followed Krystoff's line of sight, his own gaze settling on a short, stocky man who was speaking to a muscular bouncer. Saty looked around, caught sight of Jozef, Krystoff, and Havel in the VIP section and began making his way to the back of the club. Jozef stiffened as the man approached. "Krystoff, my friend." Saty greeted the men heartily. "Good to see you alive and well." There was a pregnant pause before Krystoff drawled, "Is there a reason you should not be seeing me alive and well?" Saty looked uncomfortable and glanced around, likely taking stock of Krystoff's manpower if it came down to a fight. Though there were few people on the floor of the club, as it was only early afternoon, Krystoff had men at every entrance. His usual precaution
Dasha met Shaun, Leeza and Saskia in the mansion foyer. She was wearing a pink silk bathrobe over matching pajamas, as though she'd prepared for a lazy day at home. The four-inch heels and full makeup were completely incongruent with her outfit. Shaun watched in bemusement as the older woman rushed toward her and took her by the arm, pulling her inside. "Girls," Dasha said over her shoulder to her daughters. "Make sure her bags are brought in and taken to Jozef's suite." Without waiting for a response, Dasha rushed Shaun through the mansion. Shaun was impressed with how fast the older woman could walk, considering her choice of footwear. Shaun was still barefoot from when she'd kicked off her shoes in the dressing room before attempting to run through the shop. The two women walked at such a dizzying pace through the first floor of the mansion, Shaun had no idea where they were going until they arrived at Jozef's suite. Dasha pulled a set of keys from her pocket,
Jozef stared down at her, blinking until he was able to focus on her hands. She was saying, I don't want to die, over and over. He'd had tunnel vision when he'd entered the room. From the moment Karl had told him of her escape attempt, all he'd been able to think about was getting to her, setting eyes on her. He didn't know why, but he needed to make sure she was real and still under his care. Once he saw that she was safe, the fury had set in. Like an inferno raging through his body, he hadn't been able to douse the flames of his anger. He wanted to take hold of her, shake her, demand she tell him why she wanted to escape. He knew exactly why she would want to leave. He'd be deeply surprised if she actually wanted to stay. She was everything he was not. Her life was so different from his that they never would have met in the normal course of things. Yet, Jozef had found her and taken her; now she belonged to him. He wasn't going to kill her. After that moment in
It took a long time for Shaun to calm down. She cried for herself, for her mom, for Danilo, her dead colleague. Her sobs gradually become soft hiccups until she was finally able to look around and take stock of her situation. She was ashamed of herself. Since coming into Jozef's life she'd done nothing but fall apart. She had gone from a self-possessed, cool, collected surgeon to a woman who couldn't keep her shit together. Shaun was the type of doctor who could stand in an emergency room and calmly direct other medical personnel during a flood of patients. At a glance, she could easily assess injuries and severity, and know which way to send them based on need. She'd conducted surgeries while listening to gunfire outside of a hospital. Nothing had rattled her calm professionalism. Yet, when it came to her own situation, she simply wasn't able to cope. She'd lived in war zones, yet she had never experienced war herself. She was being faced with a situation that a week ago
After a quick shower and a change in his walk-in closet, Jozef left Shaun alone in his room. The first thing she did was try the door. As she suspected, there was a man standing on the other side. He was pretty rough looking, his head shaved, tattoos covering his body including his neck and head. He wore a suit though, similar to what Jozef wore, but less expensive she guessed. "Can I help you, ma'am?" His words were slow and heavily accented, as though he was new to English. "Dr. Patterson," she corrected him automatically. "Dr. Pay... der...son," he said respectfully, struggling to wrap his tongue around her name, the syllables halting with his heavy guttural accent. Shaun bit back a laugh at his attempt to say her name. She said it again, this time slower. He repeated it perfectly, finishing with a smile. Shaun had noticed that the family spoke flawless English, as though they'd been born to it. Yet most of the staff around the mansion, including the secu
Shaun was escorted to the club by the same guards who'd escorted her to the shops the day before. She smiled warmly at Karl as he held the door open. Before going inside, she stopped to ask him anxiously, "Did you get in trouble for my escape attempt yesterday?" He looked surprised at her concern. "No, ma'am. Your attempt was just that, an attempt. It was expected that you would try to leave us, so we were prepared for anything." She nodded sadly. "I see, so I was always doomed to failure." He patted her arm and tipped his head toward the vehicle, indicating that she should get inside. Before he closed the door, he said, "Don't let it bother you. The family surrounds themselves with more security than the Queen of England. Not even Houdini would be able to get out." The door closed on his words and Shaun was left wondering if she felt comforted or even more terrified. She'd only been with the family for a few days, but already she was realizing that,
A tense silence fell on the table. Shaun's wide gaze moved from Jozef to the man standing next to the table with two bodyguards behind him. She was relieved to see Havel off to the side of the VIP area, his hard gaze on the uninvited guests. She never thought she'd be happy to see Havel, but he was a familiar face who she knew was on Jozef's side should anything happen. Just as the tension grew so thick that Shaun wondered if somehow an enemy had managed to make his way to their table, Jozef's face split into a wide grin and he slapped the table with the palms of his hands, standing to greet the man. He reached out and they shook hands, then clasped shoulders. The man's eyes strayed to Shaun, his gaze lingering speculatively before swinging back to Jozef. "I heard that you have new sweetheart." The man had a thick accent, maybe Russian. Jozef tugged Shaun against his side and nodded at her. She took that as her cue to introduce herself to the stranger. Shaun
"Shaun, stop!" She didn't know who was calling her and she didn't care. The voice gave her the impetus to move faster, pump her arms harder. Shaun had never felt anything like the driving desire she had to escape her current situation. It gave her the ability to run in heels, to run faster and farther than she'd ever run in her life. She ran straight out the back door of the club and into a throng of happy partygoers. She shoved her way past them and continued running through Prague's busy, touristy downtown. It never once occurred to her to stop and beg for help, she just had to run. Shaun could hear shouts coming from behind her, but she didn't look back. She ran until the shouts grew fainter. It took her a moment to realize that there were sobs spilling from her mouth; deep gut-wrenching sobs. Tears wet her face, ruining her make up. Nothing mattered except getting away from Jozef, the bodyguards, the Koba influence. She ran until everything hurt, until h