Captive in the Empire

POV: Dima

The polished mahogany beneath my forearms offered zero comfort while I tracked the digital clock on my display. Dawid was late with the package. Massimo had pulled the girl from her campus apartment before dawn as a crude shield, an instinct I could respect only because I would have barricaded Katya behind iron doors had I anticipated his brazen strike. Yet the old bastard truly believe