I halt, closing my eyes. I see my mother's face, weary and resigned, telling me to keep my head down, not draw attention.
She tried to protect me from harm by remaining invisible.
But I don't want to be invisible anymore. I want my freedom. And Agent Morello represents my first real chance at getting it.
I open my eyes, my resolve hardening. I tuck the card securely into my pocket.
When I get back to the mansion, I'll hide it somewhere safe.
And when the time is right, I'll call.
My heart pounds as I make my way back to the mansion, Agent Morello's business card burning a hole in my pocket. I move swiftly through the expansive rooms, hyperaware of the cameras tracking my movements.
In Yara's suite, I scan for any hidden devices before carefully stashing the card in a slit cut into her mattress. Our only private space.
I sit on the edge of the massive four poster bed, my emotions swirling. Hope and fear tangle within me, but my desire for freedom emerges as the dominant force. I've not been here long, but I've already spent too much time under Gerald's thumb. Initially veiled as caring, his intimidation has shifted into blatant threats.
Running my fingers over the satin comforter, I allow myself to imagine a different life.
A small apartment filled with books and art that Yara and I would choose together.
Friends to share secrets and dreams with.
A guaranteed three meals a day.
No more jumpiness at sudden noises, no more living in terror of displeasing Gerald or Luchenko or any other man.
We don't need all the bells and whistles of a millionaire or billionaire lifestyle.
We just need safety, security and each other.
The image propels me to my feet. I go to the window overlooking the sculpted gardens. Somewhere out there, Morello is waiting to help, asking nothing in return.
I see now that trusting him is worth the risk.
Squaring my shoulders, I make a silent vow.
I will escape this place.
I will take back my life.
A tremulous smile tugs at my lips as I gaze out at the horizon.
With this unexpected new ally, maybe now I have a real chance.
Chapter 26
Alina
The screen flickers to life, casting an eerie glow in the dark room. My breath catches as Luchenko's face appears, his steely eyes boring into mine.
"It's time to bring Yara home, Alina," his voice rumbles through the speakers, menacing yet calm. "You've had your silly little adventure."
My palms grow clammy, my heart hammering. I want to run but my feet feel rooted in place.
"I've already set legal wheels in motion," Luchenko continues, ice in his tone. "You can't hide from the law, Alina."
I shiver at his confidence—how far does his influence reach?