His Queen of Clubs

Chapter 2-1

Chapter 2

Alessia

I feel like heaving. As light filters under my lids, I remember being captured. The sharp jab of a needle. The thick, strong arms banded around me. Tattooed knuckles pressing over my mouth. The heavy Russian accent. Hot breath at my ear—not unpleasing, even though it terrified me.

I’m so f****d.

I try to blink my eyes open, but they won’t obey. I’m shaky and black swims over my vision. My heart’s racing but I can’t wake up. Cold sweat makes my dress cling to me. I don’t know if it’s whatever he injected me with dragging at me, or if I’m heading toward a diabetic coma. Either way, I’m screwed.

I force my mouth to move, to ask for help.

If I can’t wake up now, I may never wake up again.