Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
There’s also a black SUV with five armed guards.
“Try to keep up,” Viktor jokes with his men. He opens the passenger door and helps me climb inside. Suddenly he leans over me, and I freeze as he clips my safety belt into place.
Before he pulls back, he looks at me with a playful grin. “Got to make sure you’re safe.”
My stomach somersaults like crazy, and I glance at the expensive leather of my seat just in case the unwanted attraction shows on my face.
Viktor slides behind the steering wheel and unbuttons his jacket before he puts on his safety belt.
We’re really leaving the property.
The powerful engine roars to life, and it rumbles as he drives toward two giant iron gates. They swing open, and once he’s steered us onto the road, my body is pushed back into the seat as he rockets down the street.
My heart hammers in my chest, and I grip the sides of the seat.
Viktor glances at me, then lets out a chuckle before he slows the sports car down to an acceptable speed.
I glance out the window at the houses, and soon the wealthy neighborhood falls behind us as we approach a city.
God, I don’t even know where I am.
The realization hits so hard that I gasp.
“What?” Viktor asks, a frown quickly forming on his forehead.
“Where am I?”
“LA.”
Holy shit.
I turn my shocked gaze to him. “How did you get me out of Canada?”
He chuckles arrogantly. “Smuggling is one of the things I’m good at.”
“One of the things?”
With his attention on the road, he expertly steers the powerful vehicle through morning traffic.
I look at the buildings and feel a glimmer of excitement when we turn onto Rodeo Drive.
We drive past high-end brand stores and then weave through more streets before Viktor brings the Lamborgini to a stop.
My lips part, and I’m hit with a wave of emotion as I stare at the Barnes and Noble building.
“You brought me to a bookstore?” I ask.
“It’s one of your birthday gifts.” He glances around the area, then says, “Don’t make me kill anyone today.” He nods toward the store. “You’ll put everyone in there at risk if you try anything stupid. Got it?”
When I just stare at him, he adds, “Don’t forget who I am just because I’ve been nice to you.”
The head of the bratva and my kidnapper. How can I forget?
He’ll probably kill all the innocent people in Barnes and Noble if I try to ask for help.
I nod quickly, thinking I can try to escape by using the restroom. That way, I won’t endanger anyone.
Viktor climbs out of the car and comes to open the passenger door for me. Unintentionally, I take hold of his outstretched hand and follow him into the store.
I’m hit with the magical feeling you can only get when surrounded by thousands of books.
Viktor leads me to the fantasy section and gestures at the shelves. “Get whatever you want, Little Rose.”
I pull my hand free from his and brush my fingers over the spines as I read the titles.
Seeing as I don’t have my kindle, and there’s no guarantee I’ll escape, I grab a box set of Twilight and shove it into Viktor’s hands.
Again the man surprises me when he points to a section. “There’s the Nightworld series.”
Hold on a second.
Slowly, I turn my head to Viktor. “Do you read fantasy as well?”
He shakes his head. “I did my research. It was easy to hack your Amazon account.”
Of course.
I roll my eyes then help myself to all the Nightworld books.
Every time I pass a book to Viktor, he hands it off to one of the guards, so I lose track of how many I’m getting.
I grab every book I find by Jennifer L. Armentrout, then search for the Divergent series.
When I walk past the Fifty Shades of Grey collection, Viktor chuckles, “Not into BDSM?”
“Nope.” I let the ‘P’ pop.
I get lost in all the books until I completely forget about the loss I’ve suffered and that I’m actually out shopping with my captor.
“Dammit,” I mutter, glancing over the shelves again.
“Which book are you looking for?” Viktor asks.
“The third book in this series.” I hold book one open so Viktor can see the list of titles. “Deadly Dreams.”
He glances over the shelves, then walks to the counter and speaks to the cashier.
My eyes dart to the five guards, and I find them all watching me.
Damn, there goes an opportunity to run.
While Viktor is at the counter, I glance over the shelves one last time and help myself to five books I haven’t read yet.
When I turn around, Viktor is standing with Deadly Dreams in his hand. “They had one in the back.”
Before I can stop myself, a smile stretches over my face.
Viktor’s lips part, awe on his face as if he’s looking at one of the wonders of the world. “Jesus, you should spend every second of every day smiling.”