The Kingpin's Captive

as she reached for the stack of papers concealing the photograph. She hesitated, her instincts warning her agai

The girl's smile tugged at something deep within her, a stark contra

red to the image, tracing th

oor c

way, not Viktor but someone equally intimidating. He was shorter than Viktor, le

hing," he said in accented Engli

slipping the photograph behind her back

a flicker of amusement flashing across his face. "Viktor doesn't nee

eople," she retorted, though her

den floor. He glanced at the desk, then back at her, his gaze sha

slick with sweat. "Is that what you call kidna

emained cold. "You're alive, aren't you? That'

as if studying her. "You're different. I don't kno

shot back, her tone sha

ould remember something, journalist. Viktor doesn't keep people aroun

leaving Sienna alone once more. She exhaled s

eep the picture hidden away, as if it

ng from outside. Sienna crept to the door, pressing her ea

op," a deep voice

ther voice replied. "If we wait to

's not expecting me to retaliate t

liation? What kind of retaliat

gainst the door, st

you," the other man said.

thal. "If she wants to play games, she'l

ck from the door, her heart racing. Viktor wasn't just p

she was in th

door opened again. This time, Viktor him

elf?" he asked,

pocket, masking her nerves with feigned indifferenc

ring to the desk before settling on her

, lifting her chin defiantly. "Not mu

overwhelming as ever. "Careful, S

e she could stop them. "You'll kill me? Torture me? Go

ger, Viktor's expression shifted-just slightly. It was a flicke

y, his voice tinged with something raw.

e door. Before leaving, he stopped an

said. "And don't make me

Sienna sank into the neares

id it feel like every answer she