Her Sweet Satisfaction: Billionaire Secrets - Book Two Read Online Free PDF Page B

never find know who her father was. Never get to say goodbye to him, just as she had never said goodbye to her mom.
    In her darker moments she had often pictured this scenario in her mind and wondered why people walked meekly to their doom. Why didn't run? Just make a last ditch break to get away?
    Now she knew why.
    If she ran then Angel would surely catch her, probably beat her, maybe even kill her. If she walked then at least she was guaranteed a few more seconds of life, maybe even find something unexpected to fight back with. Walking was the only smart thing to do, whatever the outcome.
    They reached the warped wooden door of the shack and she stopped, looking surreptitiously from side to side, but there was nothing. No object within reach to be turned into a weapon.
    "Open the door and go inside Katy." Angel said with another shove.
    She put her trembling hand to the door and pulled it slowly inwards. There was a sound of soft, regular grunting from insides - it was sickeningly familiar. As her eyes re-adapted to the shadows she made out the figure of a man, prone, in the push-up position, slowly counting out his reps.
    He was up to eighty-seven.
    Three other men stood around watching him.
    Katy looked at Angel but for the first time he seemed uncertain as to how to behave. He had already holstered his weapon.
    "This is her." He finally said.
    "Shut up." One of the men reprimanded him in a heavy Slavic accent.
    The old man doing push-ups continued his slow count. As he approached one hundred his count became excruciatingly slow, but nobody said a word.
    Finally he reached his goal.
    "One fucking hundred." He said as he collapsed to the floor and then reached for a towel to mop his brow.
    "Not bad for old man, eh Nadia?"
    Katy would have liked to say something but her fear was visceral. She had always been intimidated by Mikhail Boyevik, but in the old days she had thought it was just because he was her boss. When she realized how evil he really was and how violent his past had been, she had been terrified that she had spent so much time together with him, sharing her ideas with him, unknowingly betraying her own country.
    He jumped up from the floor with the energy and agility of a man a third of his age and began toweling off his naked, glistening torso. He was in good shape for someone over sixty but still his body was that of an old man's.
    He put his hand out and took a hold of Katy's chin, then held it firmly as she tried to turn her head away from him.
    "Still as pretty as ever. Brains and beauty." He paused. "And of course treachery. Aren't you pleased to see your old mentor again Nadia?"
    She was trembling too hard to give a reply.
    "There will be no attempts to follow her Mr. Boyevik." Angel said, breaking the tension. Mikhail didn’t acknowledge the remark. Instead he took a shirt handed to him by one of his men and began to get dressed.
    "I said there would be no attempts--"
    "Get rid of this guy." The old man muttered in Russian.
    "They're going to kill you Angel." Katy said softly. She had learned some Russian from her mother and then more from working with Boyevik. It wasn't perfect but enough for basic comprehension.
    Four sets of hands went to shoulder holsters.
    "Don’t listen to this little traitor Angel." Mikhail said calmly. "If you do, you are dead man. I guarantee. If on other hand you leave with Piotr and Stefan then you will have your money and you can go home to your boss, pretend like nothing ever happen here."
    A gun went slowly to the back of Katy's head.
    "Of course, this girl will also die, so there is nothing for you to worry about." He added.
    Angel's hand slid back down by his side.
    "The deal was she would go to work for you."
    "She will. But only if you follow my instructions and leave now."
    "They're going to kill me and they are going to kill you too." Katy said, her voice rattling with fear.
    Mikhail smiled at her.
    "Nadia never knows when to keep mouth shut." He said with a