5. A Token Of Our Deal
Chapter 5
A Token Of Our Deal
T he meal passes quickly and with little distraction. When we are finishing up, Stephan finally turns his attention to me. “What about her? You could take the girl as a token of our deal.”
The statement catches me off guard, and I have to physically stop myself from reacting.
If I am taken away, how will I exact my revenge?
“Father, you agreed she would be mine,” Bryton’s grumbles in anger.
“Yes, yes, of course, but perhaps these two could just borrow her for a day or two and promise that she will be intact when she returns.”
I don’t want to hear any more. I can feel the heat of Niko and Viktor’s attention, but I pay it no mind as I quickly tidy up the table and make my way to the kitchen to clean the mess from dinner.
Bryton and Stephan allow me this freedom. They believe me a stupid, broken girl.
My attention surveils the area until I find what I am looking for. A knife will be noticed, even a fork, but what about a grapefruit spoon? It’s sharp around the edges, and it won’t be missed. Hopefully .
I quickly wedge it into the band of the shorts I am wearing.
“ Doll , let’s go to your room.” Bryton’s voice almost causes me to jump out of my skin, but I don’t.
I turn slowly to him. “I am cleaning as directed,” I pause, “sir.” I add the word begrudgingly, attempting to maintain my passive tone.
His lips lift cruelly. “It wasn’t a fucking question, doll. Those men will be back tomorrow to collect their payment. I want them to know who owns you.”
Bryton reaches for my wrist and drags me back towards my room. Anxiety skitters down my spine, but something else entirely pulsates as well.
Excitement .