“How do you know where they meet?” I question as I doubt Serg took her along for a drive.
She licks her lips slowly, deliberately. “My ankle was chained to that radiator. Sometimes my wrists. But my mouth never was.”
I blink once, caught off guard by her frankness.
“It’s survival of the fittest. And that’s the reason I’m here and not buried in a shallow grave.”
So she seduced Raul in hopes he’d set her free. And it worked.
Running my fingers pensively over my three-day growth, I ask, “And what happens if I agree? If you show me where they meet, what happens then?”
Renata’s lips lift into a slanted grin. “Then both those assholes pay for leaving me for dead.”
She is a woman scorned. I believe her feelings for Raul were real, but it doesn’t seem she forgives easily. As for Serg, she j
