The Kidnapping of Roan Sinclair by Ashlyn Drewek

Author:Ashlyn Drewek [Drewek, Ashlyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781955211000
Publisher: Fox Hollow Books
Published: 2021-07-01T03:00:00+00:00

31

Roan

“You are a fucking moron! You know that?” Frankie screeched at me through the laptop. I cringed, but didn’t try to interrupt. “I can’t believe you went looking for that guy! Why in God’s name do you think that was a good idea?”

“Because he’s the same one from the bank robbery.”

“What?!” Her face zoomed in on the video screen, her brown eyes boring a hole through the technology. “The bank robbers are the ones who kidnapped you?! You need to go to the police! Right now!”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not fine! These are dangerous people, Roan! Do you hear me? Dangerous! Did you forget they shot one of their own people during the getaway? You need to get out of there. Right now.”

There was a knock at the door that made both of us look to the side sharply.

“What was that?” she asked, but I was already on my way to open it, running my palms down the sides of my legs.

Glancing through the peep hole, I was somewhat relieved it was Sasha and not a Russian hit squad. Unless he was the hit squad. I still wasn’t quite sure, despite my bold declaration earlier that he wouldn’t kill me.

As soon as the door opened a crack, he threw his shoulder into it and barged in.

“Yeah, sure. Come on in,” I muttered, scrambling out of his way.

Checking behind the door, he closed and locked it before prowling through the rest of the room, clearing the bathroom, the closet, and finally cutting across to the balcony to snap the drapes shut.

“Oh my God. Is that him?” Frankie shouted from the computer.

“Shit.” I darted over to the laptop, hand outstretched to smack the top down. Sasha beat me there, grabbing my wrist while his eyes narrowed on Frankie.

“Francesca Starling,” he said, arching a questioning eyebrow at me.

“Oh my God,” Frankie gasped, covering her mouth with both hands and staring at the screen. “He knows my name Roan! How does the fucking scary Russian know my name?”

“I’ll check in with you later,” I said quickly, slapping the computer closed and scowling at Sasha. “Did you have to freak her out?”

He gave me a smug smile.

I folded my arms over my chest, leaning against the desk. “So do we have a deal?”

Sasha closed the distance between us, crowding my personal space like always. At first I thought it was an intimidation tactic, and maybe it was, but Misha did the same thing and he had been nothing but nice to me.

“You give me the key, I take what I want,” Sasha said, his face dipping slightly, “and then what? My boss thinks you’re chained in a basement right now. How do I explain your sudden disappearance?”

“Just say you got tired of waiting for my dad, so you made a move. You took me to the house and I got the key for you.” I shrugged. Seemed like a believable story.

“And then I’m supposed to eliminate any witnesses.” His head tilted to the side after the proclamation, like I expected any different.

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