Chapter 4
Ravil
We take the back elevator up to the top floor. I own this entire downtown building—the Kremlin, as it’s known in the neighborhood. Everyone in it is Russian.
And I put the word out before I left to break into her apartment. Everyone speaks Russian in front of Lucy. No English.
If she wants something, she’ll have to rely on me.
Lucy told me she already ate dinner, so I called on the way over and canceled the order for a full meal, asking instead for a variety of snacks and amenities to be prepared.
I keep my hand on her lower back as we go. I don’t like the pinched quality in her face nor her general pallor.
It’s a very fine line I walk here—making sure she takes my threat seriously enough not to disobey me yet making her relaxed and comfortable, so she stays healthy
