My kidnapper was lowkey sexy.
Not in a I’m falling for my captor way—let’s be clear. More in a this is extremely inconvenient because now I can’t even hate him properly way.
He had that whole brooding, sharp-jawed, I could kill you with a look thing going on, which would’ve been hot in literally any other circumstance. Unfortunately, said look was currently directed at me like I was an annoying housefly he was debating on swatting.
I cleared my throat, and shifted in my chair, my wrists straining against the ropes. "So, do I get a ransom note situation here, or are we skipping straight to the dramatic threats?"
The Russian brooder ignored me and muttered something to Malishka Guy in his native tongue.
Cool. Ignored in my own kidnapping. That was new.
Before I could try again with a m
