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He hurriedly took off his suit jacket, but just as he began unbuttoning his shirt, he paused, then looked towards the bed at me.

"Come over here quickly and take my shirt off for me," he ordered, and I climbed off the bed almost immediately to do as he said; I didn't want to do anything to anger him.

"Take off that thing you have on first," he said, pointing at my robe. I slipped out of it ungracefully and moved closer to him to do as he said.

Once I was close enough to him, I noticed his shirt was stained with a red color. Initially, I thought it could probably be wine, but as l looked closer, I realized it wasn't; it was... blood.

My eyes fluttered to meet his piercing gaze. His eyes looked so empty of emotions; they looked so lifeless, wicked. I hurriedly proceeded to take off his shirt and tossed it to the side the same way he did.

His chest was covered with all manners of tattoos and piercings that stretched all the way to his biceps and ended just above his v-line.

One particular tattoo caught my attention; it had bold wordings and resembled something I'd seen before but couldn't remember where from.

My eyes trailed up to meet his again, but I quickly lowered my gaze and was about to take a step backward when he captured both my wrists. He then pushed me to the wall and pinned my wrists above my head, and the next second, his assault began on my neck.

He bit and nibbed on sensitive places that sent shivers down my spine. His free hand then began exploiting my body, and a gasp escaped my lips when he grabbed my behind and gave it a rough squeeze.

I tried breaking loose, but his grip was too strong. My weak knees began to wobble, and I knew they would give way any minute from now.

"Please, oh.. I don't think I can do this...tonight", l begged, and surprisingly, he stopped.

"You talk too much," he said, then leaned in and kissed me almost immediately instead.

Just then, the door flew open, and a man dressed in torn clothes ran in. Lord Ronov paused and looked at him, his eyes telling he was angry at the sudden intrusion.

The man immediately knelt down and raised both his hands in the air.

"Lord Ruslan, they're onto you; they've shut down all the warehouses, killed our boys... l'd have called you, but all my connections were cut off,” he rambled in one go.

Lord Ruslan’s gaze darkened, and his grip on me tightened before he let go.

"Dress up," he pointed at me.

"When she's done, bring her along," he told the man before walking out and leaving us both alone.

The man stood to his feet, his eyes on me. I hurriedly went to grab my robe and put it on.

When I was done, the man told me to follow him, and he led me to the garage, where two other men were waiting.

We all got into a car, two men sat beside me, and we were soon on the road to a destination I

had no knowledge of.

After driving for a while, we got to a path that was dissected into three roads. Abruptly, out of the blue, three cars appeared and blocked the paths forward.

When I looked behind, two other cars blocked our way back as well. The men with me began questioning themselves and picked up their car.

Some men came down from the other cars and overpowered the men with me. Then, two men opened the door to the car I was in and grabbed me, pulling me out.

"Do as we say, and we won't kill you," one of the men said, and pushed me into their car. They got in beside me, and as soon as the door was shut, the car moved.

The driver drove at suicidal speed. At one point, with the way he was driving, I thought we were all going to die in an accident, but after a while, I realized he was an expert driver.

For some reason, I'm not surprised this happened to me. My life's now at a stage where almost nothing moves me anymore. I remained calm as the car drove recklessly down lonely paths.

We soon entered an enclosed area that resembled private property, situated a distance away from the city. The driver drove into a helipad and came to a halt.

One of the men beside me grabbed me by my arms, pulled me out of the car, and led me towards the helicopter. His grip wasn't as rough as I expected, but it wasn't tender either.

We climbed into the helicopter, and once again, I was sandwiched between two heavily built men.

None of them said a word to me or one another.

They all seem to know what they're doing, like it had all been planned, leaving me with no idea where I'm being taken to or who is behind my kidnap. Asking them wasn't an option either; I didn't want to look stupid, so l'd have to wait and find out.

The flight dragged on for what seemed like an eternity, and a while later, I found myself falling into the possible arms of slumber.

A tap on my shoulder jolted me back to reality.

As I opened my eyes, mile wefe greeted with strong black ones.

"We're here," one of the men said, his voice dragging me back to reality against my will. He then gestured for me to follow him, which I obeyed grudgingly.

When I got down from the helicopter, I looked around the new environment and I found myself.

The helicopter landed on a private helipad located in a very large compound surrounded by trees.

A distance away was a luxurious mansion; right in front of it, a group of men stood like they were waiting for me.

As I moved closer, I noticed one of the men stood out. He was dressed in a grey suit, while the men behind him were all dressed in black, but they all had the same build.

A smile bloomed on the face of the differently dressed man, making him look familiar. I squinted my eyes and ransacked my memory, trying to recollect where I had seen the face from. When I was close enough, I recognized who it was immediately.

It was no other person than Stephan.