บททั้งหมดของ Russian Mob Kingpin’s Doll: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

[Erin]We need to get out of here.We need to find a way to escape this place and save ourselves. Or at least, I’ll have to free Micah.I very doubt that Nikolai would make the effort to track us down, and whatever of the dispute that he may or may not have had with Flavio, we should not be dragged into the midst of it. For goodness’ sake, we didn’t even know that they were old acquaintances.“Micah,” I whispered, afraid that if I call her aloud, Flavio would hear us. It has been a while since he left us astounded, and I have never imagined that this beautiful day would become this catastrophic.“Erin,” she replied in a hushed tone, seemingly sharing my inhibitions about getting heard.“We need to get out of here,” I said, cocking my head to the side and hopes that she could see me even though I couldn’t.“What? How?” Micah half-yelled, half-whispered in befuddlement in response to my statement. I completely understand her dubiety and I can’t hold for having this kind of feelings, kno

[Erin]Flavio snapped angrily, wiped my spit off of his face, and then waved his hand in the air as if he were ordering everyone else to leave the basement. Additionally, he was the one who moved towards the door without looking back to see if his men followed him behind.My cheek was throbbing with a numbing pain and aching like hell, and I could feel the corner of my lips busted from the blow. Yet, I ignored it and focus on what was happening. I have no idea what he just commanded, but the giant man that was holding my arms began to drag me out and I turn my attention to Micah, wondering why no one was sparing her a glance. She had her eyes pinned on me. Her chinky gaze widened and a look of absolute horror appeared in her eyes realizing that she'll be left here alone. Suddenly the pain on my cheek faded, and dread began consuming me as registered to my mind that we are about to get separated. “What about Micah?” I yelled out in a panic while simultaneously pinning my feet to the

[Third Person’s Point of View—Nikolai]The knuckles on his fingers had grown crimson and were flowing with thick blood. However, the blood was not his. Rather, it was the blood of people he had hit in the face numerous times. They tried to stop him, but the man had gone insane, and anyone who got too close to him or even dared to touch him was brutally put to death. Nikolai was so mad that he has lost his sense of mercy and compassion, given that he only had a little of it on daily basis. However, these circumstances had brought out the devil in himself.“My, my. Has the king been ensnared?” Flavio laughed deviously, nuzzling his face even farther into his doll, which was much too near for his comfort. He had a rifle pointed at her face as his arm was wrapped around her neck in such a tight grip that he could see her straining to breathe. After that, he cocked his head and barked an order to his men.“Uccidilo!”(Kill him!)They were now in an open space on the very top of the buildin

[Third Person’s Point of View]Miracles.However, despite his lack of belief in the existence of such a thing, nothing could ever adequately explain what had taken place.Nikolai had never been more scared in his life than he was a few moments ago when he saw Erin plunges to her imminent death. He thought he had lost her when he saw her fall off the railings. He's certain that his cold heart had stopped beating. But somehow she lived. His doll is now safe and sound tucked between his arms. He almost lose her twice this night. The wound on his underarms throbbed, but he could not care about it. She had fell asleep, her head leaning into his chest. Her features are relaxed, but he caught a glimpse of a scowl here and there, and some whimpers on her lips. It's likely that the terrifying night had even followed her into her dreams at some point. Nikolai gave her a gentle peck on the forehead before drawing her close to him as if she were about to vanish before his very eyes at any moment

[Erin] My entire body hurts, I'm completely exhausted, and when I move my muscles tense up in protest, and I curse Nikolai for being the reason behind all these. But right after the cold shower and a little bit of exertion, I find the warm water very much appealing. When I finally got into the hot tub, I let out a sigh of relief as the soothing water worked its magic on my aching muscles.His room is a lot larger compared to the one that Micah and I shared. It also had a spacious bathroom, giving such aesthetic scenery. It was made mostly out of glass. A flush filled my cheeks upon remembering what happened under the shower, thinking if someone might have seen us. But as I stared around the surrounding, relief washes over me that it became automatically opaque once the door was closed.What Nikolai said recalled inside my head, and I hold on to the very words that he had told me. After everything that happened this day, I couldn’t help but believe him, and I just hope that I wasn’t wr