Stolen Heir: An Enemies To Lovers Mafia Romance (Brutal Birthright Book 2) by Sophie Lark

Author:Sophie Lark [Lark, Sophie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-08-11T16:00:00+00:00

18

Nessa

I’m losing track of how long I’ve been at Mikolaj’s house.

Days slip by so fast when you don’t have any schedule, or anything planned.

I have no idea what’s going on in the real world. I don’t have a TV, a phone, or a computer. World War Three could have started, and I’d have no idea.

I’m in a place without dates or times. It could be 1890 or 2020, or something in between.

You’d think that I’d be obsessing about my family constantly. At first, I was—I knew they’d be looking for me. Worried, terrified, thinking I was dead. I missed them. God, I missed them. I’d never gone that long without speaking to my mom, not to mention Riona, Callum, and Dad. Aida, too! We usually text twenty times a day, even if it’s just cat memes.

Now I feel like I’ve slipped into another world. They’re much farther away than the other side of the city.

I’m not dreaming about them at night anymore.

My dreams are much darker than that. I wake up in the morning flushed and sweating. Too embarrassed to even admit where my mind has wandered in the night . . .

In the day I think about the strangers living in this house with me. I wonder about Klara, what her life was like in Poland. What her family’s like. I wonder about the rest of the men in this house—why Andrei spends so much time roaming around the grounds, and whether Marcel has a crush on Klara, as I suspect he does.

The only person I don’t wonder about is Jonas, because I find him deeply creepy. I hate the way he watches me whenever we cross paths in the house. He’s worse than Mikolaj, because at least Mikolaj is genuine—he genuinely hates me. Jonas pretends to be friendly. He’s always smiling and trying to make conversation. His smiles are as fake as his cologne.

Today he corners me in the kitchen. I’m looking for Klara, but she’s not there.

“What do you need?” Jonas says, leaning up against the fridge so I can’t pass.

“Nothing,” I say.

“Come on.” He grins. “You must need something, or else why would you come in here? What is it? What’s your favorite treat? You want cookies? Milk?”

“I was just looking for Klara,” I tell him, trying to sneak by on his right side.

He straightens up, stepping in front of me to block my path.

“I know how to cook, too,” he says. “You know Klara’s my cousin? Anything she can do, I can do better . . .”

I try not to let my face show how disgusted I feel. Jonas always makes everything sound like sexual innuendo. Even if I don’t understand his meaning, I can tell he’s trying to provoke me.

“Let me pass, please,” I say quietly.

“To go where?” Jonas says, in a low voice. “Do you have some hiding spot I don’t know about?”

“Jonas,” someone barks from the doorway.

Jonas whips around even quicker than I do. We both recognize Mikolaj’s voice.

“Hey, boss,” Jonas says, trying to recover his casual tone.

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