Chapter 207: Petros
*Scotland holds nothing for you but your death. Walk away from my granddaughter and find life. Hunt her down and your families' blood will flow. – Grams*
Nessie was afraid of what Mitzi would do if she objected or put up a fight. With Zee on the other side of the door, she did as she was told. As she removed her watch, she activated the alarm.
With the gun at her spine, Nessie got into the passenger seat of what looked like Evie’s Corvette. Because the guards recognized the car, no one stopped them.
“If you would have gone back to him, I wouldn’t have to be doing this.” Mitzi complained.
“Yeh don’t have to.”
“He’s promised that I’ll get everything that I ever wanted. More than I ever had before.”
“Possessions are only tings. They don’t really mean anything.” Nessie pointed out.
“Whatever. You have money, you can say that.” She turned down a road and sped up. “I’ve heard about where you grew up.”
“Don’t believe the hype. It’s not as great as everyone thinks. There were lots of cold nights with an empty belly.”
“You got to travel Europe.”
“As a slave. A play thing for a sadistic arse who abused me.”
“Just shut up.” Mitzi demanded as she sped up some more.
Nessie settled back in the seat and watched the scenery fly by. They turned down another road before turning up a private drive and passing through gates that closed after they entered.
As soon as they stopped, the passenger door was yanked open and Nessie was pulled out of the car. The goon that pulled her out shoved her over towards another.
She was then very roughly hauled down the hall. A door was opened and she was shoved into a sparse bedroom. The man was starting to close the door behind her when Nessie started laughing.
It was not that she found the situation funny. But the fact that in the room was a ghost of a woman about her age and desperate for someone to talk to.
The door slammed close and the bolt locked.
“Looks like it’s just yeh and me. What shall I call yeh?”
She spoke with Emma for a few minutes before asking if she knew what was going to happen. Emma admitted that she was not certain but would find out. It was only a few minutes before she returned and told Nessie everything that she knew.
“Why don’t yeh come with me?” Nessie asked as her door was unlocked.
“I’ll not fight yeh.” Nessie told the oversized man. “Yeh want me to go to the den?” She pointed in the right direction and the man grabbed her and pulled her towards the den and Petros.
He placed her in the center of the room and forced her to her knees. Once he stepped away she stood up and looked around.
The room she had been put into had a bare basic four poster bed with mattresses. The rest of the room was bare with nothing on the pale teal walls or the white tile floors.
This room was the exact opposite. The floors were light gray marble tile that were each three feet square. One wall was nothing but glass windows overlooking a beautiful garden. Expensive paintings and statues lined the opposite wall.
The doors they had come through into the long skinny room was to her right. To her left was an ornate fireplace with marble surrounding it.
There was a long white couch facing the windows and a couple of Bradley’s cronies sat on it. One had a girl probably just turned eighteen, or saying that she had, kneeling between his legs with her head bobbing up and down. The other watched intently, probably waiting for his turn.
“You need to kneel in my presence.” The man looking out the window said without turning around.
“No.” she said simply. Nessie was surprised at her own defiance. Previously, she would have never even thought of looking around, much less standing up.
Something inside her told her that she did not need to fear him anymore. Maybe it was the talkative ghost that was currently telling her that he feared something about Nessie. Maybe it was seeing him for the terrified little boy that he really was. Maybe it was the fact that Grams had told her that she would not die at his hands. Or maybe that she knew Knuckles and his brothers would come for her.
Whatever it was, she was no longer scared of him. It was this new courage that had her going to the bar cart next to him and pouring herself a neat whiskey.
“You fucking bitch.” He snarled at her.
“Yeh can fix yer own.” She turned and sat in a nearby armchair that matched the couch.
“You’ll pay for your disrespect.” He warned pushing the cart out of his way. It crashed to the floor in a mix of glass, crystal and alcohol.
“Yeh’ll never touch me again,” she met his angry brown eyes with her own pale blue eyes that flashed bright blue as she smiled at him, “Petros.”
Dropping his learned English accent, he smiled at her. “Dah. You know who I am.”
“You are the Russian Bear.” Taking a sip of the whiskey she smirked. “Cub.”
“I am Russian Bear!” he yelled at her.
Nessie downed the rest of the whiskey and calmly sat the highball glass on the small brass and glass table next to the white chair. Then she stood up and started to walk towards the door. “You are nothing more than a spoiled brat. I’ll wait in my room.”
“Wait for what?” Petros demanded but she just continued down the hall.
Nessie returned to the room and laid down on the bare mattress. Laying with her back to the door, she spoke with Emma. Twice the door opened but all the guard saw was a sleeping woman.
Her eyes flew open with the faint tinkling of the shattering of glass. Smiling, Nessie knew that Petros was running out of time.
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