I took a couple of deep breaths. Knowing Dante, he had room service send up food… or possibly sent Damian up to watch me. I tried not to frown. I could easily picture Dante doing something like that but I really hoped he didn’t. I didn’t need a babysitter.
I looked through the peephole in the door and sucked in a sharp breath. A man with platinum blond hair cut in a spiky crewcut stared intently at the peephole with his ice-blue eyes, as if he could peek through and see me.
Another knock. “Room service.”
Yeah, right. It was just two words but his Russian accent was unmistakable. I stepped away from the door. I needed to find a phone and let Dante know Boris was here.
The doorknob rattled violently and I bit my lip, holding back a scream. I had changed my mind about the babysitter. Damian, or anyone else, or even the whole security team could camp out up here as far as I was concerned.
The door shook on its hinges as Boris rammed it. I did squeal this time, not even trying to hold it back. Boris flung himself at the door again and this time it gave way. Mental note for Lucifer – Better doors on the hotel rooms because these were shit.
Boris grinned at me. “Hello, Olivia. It’s a real pleasure to meet you.” He charged towards me.
Screaming at the top of my lungs, I ran down the hall as fast as I could but Boris was right behind me and getting closer.
When I got to the bedroom, I spun around and tried to slam the door shut but Boris was already halfway in. He shoved forward, sending me flying back against the bed. The man wasn’t even half as big as Dante but he was insanely strong. I rolled off the bed and ran towards the sliding glass door and the balcony on the other side of it. I had no idea what I’d do when I got there but I’d figure it later.
Unfortunately, later never came. Boris grabbed my hair and jerked me back towards him.
“Hijo de puta,” I screamed, flashes of blinding pain exploding in my head.
Son of a bitch
. I reached back and sank my nails into the back of his hands, trying to make him let go. Instead of letting go, he tightened his grip and slammed me face-first into the wall.
“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” Boris asked.
“Chinga usted.”
Fuck you
.
I squeezed my eyes shut as he slammed me into the wall again.
Chapter 14: Dante
Boris was attacking me, slapping my face repeatedly. I snarled, lashing out with my fist, connecting with something solid.
“Son of a bitch!” A voice that wasn’t Boris said. “Asshole.”
My eyes snapped open. Damian sat a few feet away, rubbing his jaw. I struggled up into a sitting position, all my muscles sore and aching. “What are you doing up here?”
Damian climbed to his feet and extended his hand. “When I see my boss getting the shit shocked out of him on the elevator security camera, I make it a point to look into things.”
I took the offered hand, letting him pull me to my feet. I twisted my neck left and then right, popping it back into place, and glanced down the hall. I could tell my door was open. “Boris has Olivia.”
Damian nodded. “Cameras show him going in but nobody has come out. I went in but didn’t see anyone. The bedroom door is closed. Think they’re barricaded in there but I didn’t try to talk with the guy or anything because I didn’t know how you want this to play out.”
“I want that fucker dead,” I snarled. “That’s how I want it to play out.”
Damian nodded. “Cool. How do we make that happen?”
My worst nightmare was coming true. Boris was going to hurt Olivia. He knew I’d come for him. He’d be expecting me. Even if I could get to him before he killed her, he could hurt her really bad. I had to protect my woman and get revenge on the asshole who wanted to hurt her, but I had to do it in a way that he wouldn’t expect. “The suite above mine has a balcony.”
Damian looked at me like the Taser might have done some permanent brain damage.
I grinned. It wasn’t
I looked through the peephole in the door and sucked in a sharp breath. A man with platinum blond hair cut in a spiky crewcut stared intently at the peephole with his ice-blue eyes, as if he could peek through and see me.
Another knock. “Room service.”
Yeah, right. It was just two words but his Russian accent was unmistakable. I stepped away from the door. I needed to find a phone and let Dante know Boris was here.
The doorknob rattled violently and I bit my lip, holding back a scream. I had changed my mind about the babysitter. Damian, or anyone else, or even the whole security team could camp out up here as far as I was concerned.
The door shook on its hinges as Boris rammed it. I did squeal this time, not even trying to hold it back. Boris flung himself at the door again and this time it gave way. Mental note for Lucifer – Better doors on the hotel rooms because these were shit.
Boris grinned at me. “Hello, Olivia. It’s a real pleasure to meet you.” He charged towards me.
Screaming at the top of my lungs, I ran down the hall as fast as I could but Boris was right behind me and getting closer.
When I got to the bedroom, I spun around and tried to slam the door shut but Boris was already halfway in. He shoved forward, sending me flying back against the bed. The man wasn’t even half as big as Dante but he was insanely strong. I rolled off the bed and ran towards the sliding glass door and the balcony on the other side of it. I had no idea what I’d do when I got there but I’d figure it later.
Unfortunately, later never came. Boris grabbed my hair and jerked me back towards him.
“Hijo de puta,” I screamed, flashes of blinding pain exploding in my head.
Son of a bitch
. I reached back and sank my nails into the back of his hands, trying to make him let go. Instead of letting go, he tightened his grip and slammed me face-first into the wall.
“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” Boris asked.
“Chinga usted.”
Fuck you
.
I squeezed my eyes shut as he slammed me into the wall again.
Chapter 14: Dante
Boris was attacking me, slapping my face repeatedly. I snarled, lashing out with my fist, connecting with something solid.
“Son of a bitch!” A voice that wasn’t Boris said. “Asshole.”
My eyes snapped open. Damian sat a few feet away, rubbing his jaw. I struggled up into a sitting position, all my muscles sore and aching. “What are you doing up here?”
Damian climbed to his feet and extended his hand. “When I see my boss getting the shit shocked out of him on the elevator security camera, I make it a point to look into things.”
I took the offered hand, letting him pull me to my feet. I twisted my neck left and then right, popping it back into place, and glanced down the hall. I could tell my door was open. “Boris has Olivia.”
Damian nodded. “Cameras show him going in but nobody has come out. I went in but didn’t see anyone. The bedroom door is closed. Think they’re barricaded in there but I didn’t try to talk with the guy or anything because I didn’t know how you want this to play out.”
“I want that fucker dead,” I snarled. “That’s how I want it to play out.”
Damian nodded. “Cool. How do we make that happen?”
My worst nightmare was coming true. Boris was going to hurt Olivia. He knew I’d come for him. He’d be expecting me. Even if I could get to him before he killed her, he could hurt her really bad. I had to protect my woman and get revenge on the asshole who wanted to hurt her, but I had to do it in a way that he wouldn’t expect. “The suite above mine has a balcony.”
Damian looked at me like the Taser might have done some permanent brain damage.
I grinned. It wasn’t
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