Page 83 of Sinner's Sacrifice
One of the six henchmen coughed to cover up a laugh.
“Yes, I suppose that’s accurate,” his aunt said. “Then what happened?”
“I brought her back to the hotel.” He paused, then continued with, “The dead man who grabbed her, also hurt her. She has bruises all over. So, I stashed her somewhere she could get some rest and recover from her ordeal.”
“Dead man? Did you kill him in front of witnesses?”
“Oh, he’s not dead yet, but he will be. Very soon.”
His aunt waved his murderous plans away as if nothing more than a little detail unworthy of her concern. Were they all so cavalier about killing people? Not that she could talk, but still...
“Recover from her ordeal?” his aunt asked with not an ounce of belief in the question. “The reports I’ve read state she’s no delicate flower, Yvgeny. She’s tough, smart, and stands up to you. Where is she?”
Yvgeny didn’t answer.
His aunt walked up to him and studied his face. “Do you think I’m going to hurt her?” Her tone was so careful and quiet, it was nothing less than a threat.
Sam grabbed the sides of the chair she sat on to keep herself from running up those stupid stairs to save him from whatever retribution his aunt might deliver.
Don’t piss her off.
Don’t piss her off.
“Yes,” he said. “One way or another, you or someone else in the family will hurt her.”
“Her genetic legacy has the potential to solve the biggest problem we face,” his aunt said in a tone that was so sweet, it made Sam’s teeth ache.
Wait...legacy? Were they talking about her DNA or...her children?
“So,” Yvgeny said, his tone accusatory. “You’d turn her into a brood mare, all in the hopes her children will carry that shiny genetic legacy?”
Shit.
The anger rollercoaster she was on crested the track and dropped off the edge, leaving her stomach, patience, and calm behind.
These people were out of their fucking minds.
“No,” his aunt said in a frosty tone. “I would never force another woman into that position, but, with the right incentives, she might agree to bring a child or two into the world.”
Yvgeny laughed. Sam had heard that laugh before. He killed people when he laughed like that.
This conversation was so fucked up, she might help him.
“Agree?” he asked, his cold chuckle sending cold shivers up her back. “Samantha doesn’t know the meaning of the word. She delights in disagreement.” His laughter dried up. “So, what are you going to do when she says no?”
“You don’t know how she’ll respond.”
“Yes, I do.”
His aunt gave him a grim smile. “I think I can make her see reason.”
“You’re not actually my biggest worry. Samantha was targeted after the doctor discovered her genetic...gift.”
He said gift the same way she’d say shit sandwich.
His aunt stare at him for two seconds, then spun to face her men. She started speaking in a Slavic language, spitting out the words as if they were throwing knives.
Two of the six henchmen went to the elevator and left.