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Chapter 3
SOFIA PETROVA
“Trying to escape, huh?"
I halted abruptly, my breath catching in my throat.
I prayed silently for it to be anyone… Just anyone else except that ugly old man.
I'm yet to recover from the damn slap he gave me earlier, and definitely not ready for another one.
I turned, but the person already caught my wrist and backed me against the gate.
My breath stopped as our eyes met.
It's the first guy. The ponytail guy.
"Yes.” I answered, and he stepped closer, his body almost touched mine.
Heat climbed up my throat.
"It's not going to end by running away, baby girl…” he murmured huskily, a smirk curling his lips. "Dimitri is going to find you, and he's going to kill you.”
My eyes stayed fixed on his lips as they moved. I could barely hear what he was saying.
Looking at him up close from here… he was even more handsome.
My heart raced, heat pooling below my stomach, not because of his reminder, but because he was standing so close to me.
His hand moved to my face, gently tucking my hair to the back of my neck, and as his finger brushed against my skin.
My breath stuttered.
His hand rubbed down to my shoulder before trailing the curve of my body. He didn't break eye contact. As if enjoying watching me melt under his touch
I should've slapped his hand away, but I didn't want this to end.
The feeling was strange to my body, but I wanted more of it.
A flirtatious smile curled his lips as his hand moved back to my face, his thumb brushing against my lips.
I swallowed hard.
As much as I wanted this, my escape is more important now.
I grabbed his hand and looked him in the eyes. “We can do this all you want later. We need to run away. Now."
His brows knitted, his eyes meeting where our hands connected, and back to my face, then scoffed.
“We?"
I nodded. “I know you're also forced here against your will. You don't want to be here either, right?"
He nodded. “How did you know that—"
“That's not important right now…”
"We need to get out of here, alright? I'm guessing those two men are your brothers, right?”
His eyes lingered on me for at least three heartbeats. Then he nodded.
"You should go get them. Let's run away together. I'm sure we can find a place where he'll never find us.”
“You're… quite interesting.” He huffed.
“We don't have time for that now… That old ugly man is crazy!"
His brows knitted.
“Nobody in their right mind collects human beings as a price. We need to get out of here, please… Let's help each other."
“I've never heard anyone call Dimitri ugly…” he chuckled.
Sighs. He's too chatty for someone who's in trouble.
"Look, you can stay here if you want, but I won't. I'm leaving.” I said hurriedly, but before I could move, he backed me against the gate again, his bulky body touching mine this time.
Our eyes locked. Our faces were so close, I felt his warm breath against my face.
My eyes drifted to his lips, and my throat went dry with desire.
I hadn't had a good kiss all my life, and looking at those lips now, I really wanted to kiss them.
Don't even ask about my boyfriend. I have the worst past dating experience ever.
My ex-boyfriend was worse at everything. He never kissed me right… never made me feel half what this strange man here is making me feel.
Sex? Ugh! It was always exhausting with a man who didn't know how to make a woman wet or use his big d**k well.
I dumped his ass after I found out he'd already proposed to another woman before we met. Apparently, I was the other woman.
“I told you, baby girl…” he said huskily, his lips almost touching mine. "You can't run away from Dimitri."
“I guess no woman is off limits for you, huh?” A familiar voice echoed behind him.
He groaned and rolled his eyes before pulling back, not after winking at me.
Nikolai’s gaze found mine, and then back to his brother.
“I know you're daring, Ivan. But messing with our father's woman? That's audacious.”
I stiffened. Father? That old geezer is their father?
Holy s**t!
My eyes snapped to Ivan, and a smirk curled his lips.
I just called his father ugly and crazy. He's not going to let me off, and more so, I might never leave here.
“What's wrong with getting to know father's woman?” Ivan asked casually, but earned a glare from Nikolai.
“I'm going to let this slide… Just this once…” Nikolai said, then held my hand.
Something snapped inside me the moment our skin touched.
My heart pounded hard, heat pooled below my stomach.
My gaze dropped to where our hands were connected, my skin tingling under his touch.
What's going on? Why do I feel the same way as I felt with Ivan?
This is… insane.
Nikolai dragged me away, not before telling Ivan to keep his hands to himself.
He didn't stop walking until we were in the living room.
He let go of my hand and sighed.
“Were you trying to run away?”
I looked away, my heart still racing. The heat of his hand still lingered on my wrist even though he'd let go of me.
“You'll not be the only one in trouble if you piss Dimitri off…” he held my shoulders, eyes locked on me.
"Your family will be killed too." He added, and my breath hitched, not because of what he said, but the lingering heat inside me.
Kill my family? I wouldn't have cared if it was only mom, but I can't risk putting Alexei's life in danger. He's already suffering as it is.
I didn't say anything.
He sighed and stepped back, but I didn't tear my gaze from him.
“You should go to your room."
My eyes lingered on him for a moment before I headed upstairs.
I paused along the staircase and looked back at him briefly, our eyes locking in that moment before I headed upstairs.
It'll be difficult to run away now.
Walking down the hallway, my eyes caught one of the doors slightly opened.
I was just going to mind my business and walk by, but a strange force kept pulling me to the room.
I hesitated because I was already in enough trouble today, but the force was too hard to ignore, so I moved towards the room.
I'm just going to peep at whatever was there, and go back to my room.
My face brightened with a smile the moment I saw the musical instruments in the room.
Piano. Violin. Guitar. Violin. And a drum set.
A familiar thrill coursed through me as I touched the guitar.
I love music. I've always loved it since I was a kid. I remember sneaking out of class in high school just to watch the other students play the musical instruments.
But why are these here? Are they broken or something?
I should've just stared and walked out, but looking at the piano, I couldn't bring myself to.
There's no harm playing with it. Besides, they look broken.
I pressed the piano, but flinched as the sound echoed in the room.
I gasped excitedly. It's working!
I should've left with just one press, but I continued pressing it, giggling like a baby at the different sounds.
I didn't know when the door opened, but a cold angry voice echoed behind me.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?”
I stiffened, my hand freezing over the piano…
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