Chapter 28 - Time to fight

Keegan’s POV

I couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but there was now a looming deadline hanging on my shoulders. I couldn’t believe my father was actually doing this, selling me off to some Russian who couldn’t seem to take no for an answer. What the hell did he want with me? I couldn’t have made myself clearer on the fact that I didn’t want him. The only way I had of gauging time was by the meals my father brought in for me.

I didn’t talk to him when he came into the room. I didn’t even look him in the eyes, and the food he provided remained untouched. As hungry as I was, I didn’t trust anything he offered me, even the drinks that were sealed, preferring to drink the previously brown water from the tap instead. After Dale came in with, what I assumed to be dinner, I laid down on the couch and tried to sleep. Which wasn’t easy on such a lumpy couch, but I managed a few hours in between staring at the ceiling and counting the squares to entertain myself until Dale returned with breakfast.

He sighed, glancing around at the unopened bags, “You need to eat. He’s not going to like it if you haven’t.”

“I’m sorry, but being held captive and waiting for my purchaser to arrive does nothing for my appetite. If he happens to get mad at you, then that works for me too.”

“You need to keep that smart mouth in check Keegan. Viktor won’t take too kindly to it.” He advised me.

I rolled my eyes at him, “I don’t really care what Viktor likes and doesn’t like.”

“He’s with the Russian mob Keegan. He’s dangerous.” He said, acting like some caring father.

“And yet you still want to let him have me all to fund your habit. You disgust me. Mom would have been so ashamed of you.” I challenged him, crossing my arms over my chest.

He didn’t say anything else before storming out of the room and slamming the door behind. I threw the food bag across the room and started pacing. Viktor connected to the mob had surprised me. If he got his hands on me, there was no way in hell I was getting out of this. When I went to the bathroom to splash some water on my face, my eyes landed on the broken mirror. I could see that the right top corner had slightly come away from the wall. I grabbed the worn hand towel next to the sink and wrapped it around my hand to protect it as I pulled it as hard as I could until it broke away from the wall. It was a large chunk of the mirror, too big to be for any use as it was, but once I wrapped it in a towel to block the noise and stamped it a few times, I managed to find two usable pieces. They weren’t as good as a knife, but I was sure they could still do some damage.

I was a bundle of nerves for the rest of the day, not knowing when Viktor would show up. I had to be prepared for when he showed up, so I wrapped the ends of the which some tape I found on the desk to make sure it was safe to hold without cutting up my hands and hid them in the pockets of my sweatshirt, which I was glad I wore yesterday. After that, it was just a waiting game. I couldn’t even focus on sketching enough to get my mind to settle.

When I heard the familiar scrap of something being moved away from the door, I stood up, shoving my hands in my pockets and gripping the tape handles as tightly as possible.

Dale opened the door and stood to the side, “Let’s go.”

When I didn’t move, he rushed over to me, grabbing me harshly by my upper arm and dragging me out of the office. That’s when I realised we were in an old airplane hangar, and a small jet was pulling in. Oh god, this was it. I would be put on that plane and flown got knows where never to be heard from again. No, this wasn’t happening, I was getting out of here, or I was going to die trying.

The door to the plane opened, and I watched as Viktor walked smugly down the stairs in his expensive, tailored suit. When he got close smug smile turned into a frown as he looked me over, and then it was my turn to be smug. My hair was a mess, my clothes were coated in dust, and whatever dirt was counting that office, I had dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep, and I hadn’t showered since yesterday morning. Not the neat and well-dressed woman he was used to seeing, and truth be told, I didn’t care.

“Dale, I asked you to secure her somewhere hospitable. This is no way to treat your daughter.” He advised him.

“My apologies Viktor, this was the best I can do at such short notice,” Dale replied, a hint of fear in his voice.

Viktor moved so quickly that Dale didn’t have a chance to react before he punched him in the face and then turned his attention to me, his eyes softening, “My apologies that you were kept in such poor conditions. Once we are in the air, you can have a shower and get into some fresh clothes.”

His tender voice and caring nature were getting on my nerves a little, and when he reached out to touch my face, I flinched, “I’m a prisoner, aren’t I? Why does a prisoner need showers and fresh clothes?”

Viktor smirked, grabbing my chin harshly, forcing me to look at him, “There is that spirit I love so much. I will have so much fun with you, and I’m sure you’ll grow to love Dubai and me. It’s a beautiful place to live.”

He let go of my face, ignoring the glare I gave him. When he turned to say something to Dale, I took my shot, pulled one of the shards of the mirror out of my pocket and tried to plunge it into his chest, thinking I could make a run for it once I had. Unfortunately, Viktor seemed to see it coming and grabbed my arm before I even got close.

“Let it go, Keegan.” Viktor told me sternly with one hand on my lower arm and the other on my closed fist, trying to take the mirror from me, “This is your last warning. Let it go.”

But I wouldn’t give him. I wasn’t going to let this monster beat me, so I stared him down and held onto my makeshift shiv with all the strength I had. I also knew I had another backup should he win this round. Viktor was as stubborn as me, and the next thing I knew, he was holding my arm tighter, using the hand around my hand to force it back further than it should go. I heard a loud crack and then felt immense pain, causing me to relinquish the shard and pull my hand into my chest. There was no chance that my wrist was not broken.

“You forced me to do that.” He told me, gripping me around the throat and squeezing it tightly, “You will not defy me again, or it will not end well for you.”

I was hoping that I could have saved the other piece of mirror for Dale, but it wouldn’t happen now. I wanted to end Viktor more than Dale at the moment.

Discretely I slipped my hand into my other pocket, making sure to stare him down so that he kept his attention. “Fuck you!”

I was using my non-dominate hand and was in so much pain, but I used everything I had to plunge the other shard into his abdomen. They don’t tell you how much strength it takes to do that, to stab someone. I’m sure it would have been easier if I had access to a sharper implement, but I did the best with what I had.

“You fucken bitch.” He growled, pain and anger evident in his voice.

He backhanded me across the face with such force that I saw stars, and when he let go of my throat, I dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. I hazily watched him pull the mirror shard out of his stomach, pleased to see a chunk of it covered in blood. His face contorted in rage as I lay motionless on the floor, unable to avoid him when he started to kick me in the side again and again until I could feel nothing but pain. All that kept going through my mind was that this was it. I would never get a chance to tell Ryder I loved him again. I would never be able to make Faith her prom dress or watch her graduate high school and grow into an amazing woman. I would never play another game of gin with my grandmother. He pulled a gun out of a holster on his hip and pointed it at me. I closed my eyes and resigned to the fact that I had lost and he would kill me today.

The sound of a gun rang out, and I allowed myself to sink into the darkness.