Reign of a Billionaire : A Dark Mafia Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

Chapter 58Louisa

Isat in the waiting room of the medical facility that the Nikolaevs owned, waiting for Lara’s counseling session to end. It had been a week since we left Greece together, and although her progress was minimal, it was there. In every flicker of a smile. In every word spoken.

Lara Cortes was a survivor and one of the strongest girls I’d ever known.

Two of Alexei’s guards waited outside the building for us. Usually Kingston came with us, but he and Alexei were following a lead, and I knew it had to be important for Kingston to miss this.

There hadn’t been any development on the Sofia front. I suspected she might be hiding in Russia, but I didn’t know where. Her castle looked deserted on the surveillance we’d gotten.

The door opened and I lifted my head, fully expecting to be met with Lara’s face, but Dr. Freud’s door remained closed. I shifted around just as a man’s hand slammed over my mouth and I was snatched violently from the couch.

I jammed my elbow behind me, hard enough to make him grunt but not enough to loosen his hold. I started kicking my legs, sending the crystal vase from the table flying through the air and crashing against the wall. To my horror, the door opened and Lara stood there, her eyes wide with terror.

“Get the girl too.”

I sunk my teeth into the man’s hand, and he howled like a dog, loosening his hold on me.

“Go back inside and lock the door,” I screamed at Lara.

“But—”

“Do it!”

The man’s hand wrapped around my throat just as Lara shut the door, dragging me out of there while his accomplice tried and failed to turn the door handle. He slammed his shoulder into the mahogany, but it refused to budge.

“Fuck her,” one of the men grunted. “Help me with this one before she gets away.”

I yanked his hand, then twisted it around as I whirled, the sound of bone snapping filled the air.

The man yelped and cradled it but not before he managed to shove a cloth into my mouth, gagging me. They began to drag me while my muffled screams filled the air. Nikolaev’s guards had to be here somewhere.

I kicked backward, hoping to hit his shins, and cursed myself for not having my gun on me.

“Just knock the bitch out,” one of them grunted as they struggled with me.

“She’ll have our balls if we damage her,” the one man wheezed, his voice full of fear.

Panic slowly started to rise within me. There was only one she that made men quake with fear, and that was my mother. I thrashed wildly, my lungs and body burning from the exertion. My eyes darted around for signs of help, and to my horror, death surrounded us. Dead nurses. Dead doctors. It was a goddamn massacre.

Before I had the chance to process where they were taking me, I heard the screeching of tires. The two guards who’d brought us here were lying dead on the sidewalk, their blood pooling around their bodies. I saw red and knocked one of the men out with a kick to the head. Two more jumped out of the car, and one pressed a knife to my neck.

“That’s enough, bitch.” My breath whooshed out of me. Drago was here. My mother sent Drago after me. I didn’t think there was anything left that could shock me, but here I was. “Move, or I’ll bleed you like a pig.”

Yanking myself out of my stupor, I pulled my fist back and punched him in the face. I’d rather go back to my mother dead than alive.

But before I could attempt anything else, my vision went back.