NICO
If Sasha thinks I will beg him for release, he has another thing coming. I'd rather choke on air.
What does he think I am? A pubescent teen who doesn't know how to control his hormones?
I let my head fall back against the cold metal, the knife is still on my throat, stinging. The knowledge of that should make me stay still. But it doesn't. Instead, it reminds me that, I'm still in control of something, my silence. I could decide not to say a word, and it'd piss him off more than the fact that I killed Sergei. I still can't figure out how he found me, did he put a tracker on me?
I wouldn't put it past him.
I thought he would snap, or worse, kill me when he realised what I'd done. I certainly wasn't expecting a ferocious kiss that left me stunned for a few seconds.
His breath f
