Chapter 7
Alessia
I work to stop the trembling in my limbs as we board the plane. I had a plan—my last hope—to alert anyone and everyone I see that I’m a prisoner.
But there’s no one. It’s dark out, we’re on a private flight and clearly every man here works for Vlad.
There’s no one to scream to, no one to help me.
Vlad has an iron grip on my arm and he hustles me quickly onto the craft and pushes me into a seat. I notice he’s favoring his hurt side a bit, which serves him right.
I can’t really figure out how one Russian and a twelve-year-old kid can avoid the wide, wide net of the Tacone crime family.
How this can actually be happening. Me, going to Russia to supposedly marry the enemy.
“You’re shaking,” Vlad observes as he ties me to the seat.
“I don’t want to go to Russia.”
“To
