“Dmitri, you aren’t in charge of me yet and she doesn’t belong to you, yet.” Sacha points out. It’s the first time that he’s taken such a stand.
It’s surprises me.
Dmitri looks him over and gives him a crude smile. “I’d be careful if I were you Sacha. Don’t want to piss me off and screw yourself over. I’m not a man to fuck with.”
“Nor I. You know we aren’t supposed to issue any punishment unless Mortimer sanctions it, but I just walked in and saw you with your hands around her throat. I wonder what the boss would say if he knew that.” He raises his brows.
Dmitri backs down at the threat, but still maintains that air of arrogance.
“Nicely played. Go on, do your work. Watch and be merry. I’ll be very happy to deal with you when the time comes.” Dmitri walks out, knocking his shoulder against Sacha’s as he passes.
I’m breathing so hard I can barely focus. I’m shaking again and I’m a mess inside and out.
I feel like Dmitri’s hand is still clutching at my throat. It feels like he’s squeezing my hopes and dreams from me. Bleeding my mind of the last shred of what makes me, me.
Sacha comes up to me when we hear the front door close and tears stream down my cheeks for the umpteenth time today.
He takes hold of my shoulders with that fatherly warmth and just holds me.