Page 11 of Trapped
“Yes. It’s me. I have to keep this short. They’re watching me.” I dropped my voice. “So you’ll be outside the church?”
“I won’t be. Got a friend handling that part.”
“How do I even know this is real?”
He released an exasperated breath. “You asked for a way out, and I’m giving you one. My guy’s solid. He’ll get you out of there.”
“I don’t like this,” I whispered. “If anything goes wrong, I’m dead?—”
“Hey. You think I’d waste my time setting this up to watch you marry your prick of a fiancé? I’ve got a lot riding on this, Delilah. Stick to the plan.”
“You don’t understand the risk I’m taking. Dimitri will kill me.”
“I won’t fail you.”
I gripped the phone tighter. “I’m supposed to trust a random guy whose only interest is fucking me?”
A dark chuckle rumbled through the speaker. “You don’t have to trust me. You just have to do what I say.”
I gnawed on my lip. “And what if I decide not to?”
“I don’t need to remind you what’ll happen if you stay with him. I’m offering you an opportunity so you don’t end up six feet under or wishing you were. All you have to do is give me what I want. You should thank me.”
My cheeks burned. “For what, using me as your plaything?”
“Pretty much.”
I despised the idea of giving in to him, but the alternative was far worse. Dimitri was cruel, controlling, and dangerous. But Santino? He didn’t want to hurt me. He wanted to play with me.
“Do we have an understanding, or are you gonna keep playing hard to get?”
I laughed bitterly. “You’re not making this decision easier.”
“You want out? This is how it’ll work. You’re going to calm down. You’ll pretend to be a blushing bride. You’ll smile. Pose for pictures. When you’re at the church, use the side door, and my guy will be waiting at the curb. He’ll bring you where you need to go, and then…you and I will have a nice time together.”
“Right.”
“This is your chance. Either take it or live the rest of your life as Dimitri’s possession.”
“Fine,” I snarled. “But if you screw me over, I’ll?—”
A fist hammered the door.
I ended the call and slipped the phone in my pocket. The door’s lock unlatched, and Zofia stood there, her black eyes glittering with suspicion.
“Were you drowning in the sink?”
I glowered at her. “I needed a minute to myself.”
Zofia grabbed my arm and steered me out of the bathroom. “This is your wedding day. Mingle. Talk to your guests!”
“Stop yanking me.”
Zofia halted, her bony fingers still clamped around me. “I heard you in there,solnyshko. You were talking to someone. Ihopeit wasn’t another man. Dimitri would be very unhappy to know this.”
“Of course not,” I snapped. “Why would I do something so stupid?”
“You’ve been sulking like a little child for weeks.”