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39| Eat Up Little Pup.
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Defiant Queen 40| The Blood Oath.
Dmitris' Point Of View...A hard hand slams into my cheek and blinding pain splinters across my face as I open my eyes. “Vstavy, ty ni na chto ne goden, pridurok! [Get up, you good for nothing, dipshit!]” Ivans' irritating voice slams into me in a harsh snarl as he slaps me again.I growl a curse, brushing a hand over my face as I sit up in the motel bed, Amanis' friend fixed me up with, a day ago. Raising my gaze, I look over Ivans' shoulder to see Amani standing behind him with a grim look on his face. Instantly, my pulse spikes and I know he's fucked up because Zee is nowhere to be seen!“Where is she?” I snarl at him, clenching my hands into fists. “That piece of shit has taken her!” Ivan answers me instead. “Where?” I demand, getting out of bed and ripping my shirt off, throwing it to the ground as I snatch the pile of clothes Ivan is holding in his hand. “Russia,” Amani says, finally learning how to use his voice. “Russia?!” I roar at him as my body shakes with fury. “What
Defiant Queen 41| Time To Take A Bath.
I've recently realised I have inhibited a bad habit of looking toward the large steel door now and then, holding my breath, hoping and praying that someone will come crashing through it to save me.I don't understand why I do it to myself, holding on to the last bit of hope that flickers within me, knowing that if someone was coming to rescue me, they would have done it by now. Pulling my legs up to my chest. I wrap my arms around them and sigh with misery. I don't know how much longer I can fight. The will to survive is the hardest thing I have ever had to accomplish. I'm a mess. Mentally, Emotionally and Physically. How am I meant to spring back from this?Who will want me once the truth comes out?I am damaged goods, and I won't hold it against Dmitri if he, too, doesn't want a piece of me. The chill in my bones is burning, the chatter in my teeth is relentless, and my breathing gets shallower by the hour. During the night, the temperature in the room drops drastically. This isn
Defiant Queen 42| Fear Into Armour.
Water spills from my lips as I am hauled upright. Coughing as I gasp for air, a familiar voice fills my ear canals. “Rise and shine, Volkov. If we are going to escape, now is the time.” I pull back the curtains to my bloodshot eyes, my gaze instantly falls upon a set of brown irises staring back at me with pity and urgency. “Leo...” I whisper his name like it's a beautiful prayer, inhaling deeply through my mouth. “Si, Konstatin left the door wide open as you magically held his attention.” He says with astonishment, holding his hand out for me to take. I brush my hand over my face, clutching my chest as the pressure starts to fade. Looking down at the ground, I see Konstatin passed out on the rug, with a plank of wood resting next to his head. A small trail of blood flows behind his ear, and I look back at Leo with wide eyes. “Is he-” “No, unfortunately, he is still alive. I don't have the strength or fire within me to take his life.” He utters, breaking eye contact with me
Defiant Queen 43| Run.
As we make it to the bottom of the staircase, we come to a screeching halt as two of Konstatins' guards are waiting for us by the front door. “Going somewhere?” One of them asks with a sinister smirk curling on one corner of his mouth. “Surely, not before we get to sample the sweet Volkov printsessa first!” The other guard states as he licks his lips with his eyes slowly devouring me from across the entry lobby. I gasp, taking a step back as I shake my head. “Are all of you bastards rapists?” I hiss as my body shivers with fear and disgust. Both of the guards look at each other for a split second before they return their gazes to us and start to laugh psychotically. “Da!” They answer in unison with a shrug of their shoulder. As sore and as badly beaten as Leo is, he pushes me behind him, widening his stance as a low and murderous snarl departs his lips. I hook my fingers inside his belt, wherever he moves, I will move with him. It has become abundantly clear that he is the only
Defiant Queen 44| A Rare Beauty.
There comes a time in one's life when you are faced with a decision that can alter the entirety of your existence.And for me, this is one of those moments; do I lay still and let these savage monsters have a piece of the Volkov printsessa they so desperately want, or, do I fight for a life that no longer feels like my own?A life that has been nothing but a living nightmare and keeps spiralling out of control. But then I remember watching a movie about a female who was in a domestic, violent marriage. She managed to escape, making it her life mission to keep her young son protected from her husband, who relentlessly tracked them down, turning their lives upside down at every turning point. One day, she decides she has had enough, playing by the book has only landed her in more shit and the only way she was going to ever truly be free from her abuser, was to face him. She took self-defense classes, showed up at his house when she believed she was strong enough and fought him. But
Defiant Queen 45| Forgive Me Father.
Dmitris' Point Of View.'Forgive me, father, for I am about to sin.'The church confessional is cramped and dark. The menacing scent of polished wood and flowers contaminate my senses until I'm barely able to think straight. I rub my hand over my chest, which feels tight, trying to alleviate the ache that is engulfing me. I watch the congregation file into the considerable church through the small, cross-shaped holes that bless the door to my hiding place. The Venturi family did not attempt to keep Sandros' wedding to the Volkov printsessa a secret.Their arrogance shines brilliantly under their designer clothes and the women's painted faces.The females stand to one side, gossiping as they compliment each other's dresses, trying to decide who wears what better and who has the finer and most exclusive purse or one-of-a-kind shoes. The men speak in tones that boom off the vaulted ceiling as they puff their chests up like gorillas in their designer suits.I haven't spotted any weapon
Defiant Queen 46| Revenge Best Served Cold.
Dmitris' Point Of View.I shove my phone back into my pants, a sinister smile spreads across my face as the anticipation scorches my flesh. I start to count down the seconds as promised by Amani just as Konstatin reaches out and draws back Zeyneps veil off her face. He continues to block my view of her, whispering something into her ear that makes her body visibly shudder. Next, he cocks his head back, releasing a fake hearty laugh as he places her hand in Sandros'. They exchange a look at one another, before Konstatin takes a step back, moving away to take a seat on the pew at the head of the congregation.I suck on my upper teeth, my gaze leaving him as I look at Zeynep, and my heart plummets into the pit of my stomach. The past couple of days have been hell for her, and it shows on her face, which is stained with different shades of bruises.Her full lips are painted red that are turned down at the corners of her mouth. Her big blue eyes are engulfed with secrets and trauma I wil
Defiant Queen 47| Moya prekrasnaya koroleva.
I encircle my hands around my body as my eyes frantically dart between Dmitri and Ivan, who is at my feet. Am I dreaming? Are D and Ivan truly here to save me?I'm too afraid to pinch myself in case I jolt awake back in the makeshift cell at the villa that will forever haunt me.As Dmitri rolls away, getting to his hands and knees, I suck in a sharp breath when his fingers blindly brush across the golden cross. He takes a quick glance at the cross now in his possession, and a maniac laugh erupts from the nest of his chest as he firmly grips it.A savage roar spills from his lips as he swings the golden cross with all his might. The blunt end of it strikes Konstatin in the side as he lunges straight towards Dmitri. Blood flies through the air, splattering across the church, and crimson droplets tarnish the train of the wedding gown I am forced to wear. Konstatin grunts as he falls back, with a howl filled with rage and agony echoing through the church. The frightened screams of wome
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