Free Her Sweet Liberation: Billionaire Secrets - Book Six by Drew Sinclair Page A

a whole lot better than jumping through that pane of glass." 
    Lindsay looked at him blankly without nodding or even indicating that she had understood a single word.
    "I will now tell you what that option is? Do you understand me Lindsay?
    She looked back at the window again.
    Oh Jesus Christ Nena, please forgive me, I'm so sorry for all of this…maybe one day you can forgive me….
     
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    "You better enjoy this while you can Vasily." Dale said. The fear of death was in him and it was different from anything he could ever had imagined. He was not a man prone to fearing for his own safety, but it was the fear of loss that coursed through him now. Death was nothing compared to that, or was it the same thing? He would never see Lindsay again, he would never play with Nena again. Her auntie would have to explain to the little girl why uncle Dale wouldn't be around anymore.
    He couldn’t let that happen.
    "Don't worry rich man, I will enjoy very much." He put the blade underneath Dale's left ear. "You know Van Gogh?" He said. "Dutch painter?"
    "As soon as that blade cuts me Vasily, you're finished. It's your death warrant. So go on, knock yourself out. Go ahead and do it. Cut me and see how that works out for you. I'll have your eyes in a bag next to Mikhail Boyevik's and you'll be looking for maggots in the dirt to eat while we hunt down whatever family you have in this world to----"
    The blade pushed sharply into Dale's ear and he felt a trickle of blood run down his collar.
    He continued talking.
    "Shit. God damn it, you can keep fucking with me or you can make a billion dollars and rule your own empire of shitty little mobsters from wherever you like in the whole world."
    The blade stopped.
    "Pretty sure I can do both Hargrave." Vasily laughed.
    Dale struggled with his bonds but they were too tight and nothing gave.
    An ear could be stitched back on. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
    The sound of the phone ringing jarred his raw, heightened senses and he opened his eyes again. Vasily released him and picked up the phone.
    A reprieve.
    "Lucky Hargrave. You are lucky man. You have couple of seconds left before we take ear. Maybe take nose as well." He pushed the phone to his ear.
    "Lindsay. You have good news for me."
    A deep male voice came through on the phone instead.
    "You have thirty seconds to release Mr. Hargrave, unharmed." Ruben's voice was as cold and steady as a glacier.
    "Who the fuck are you?" Vasily said calmly.
    "In ten seconds you will hear a knock on the door. Ten…"
    "In three seconds you hear Hargrave choke to death with slashed windpipe." Vasily shouted.
    "Eight. Seven." Ruben continued.
    "I kill him. I warn you."
    "Six. Five."
    There was a heavy knock on the front door of the abandoned warehouse.
    "Apologies Vasily, we're early."
    "Listen to this." Vasily shouted to the phone and then held it to Dale's mouth. He shoved the blade to his throat. "Tell them to fuck off or you die."
    Dale looked up at Vasily. He was calm now, ready for whatever would happen and trusting implicitly in the gamble his friend was playing.
    "They have your money Vasily." He said in a loud, clear voice. "Let them in and you're a rich man. Kill or harm me and they'll do a lot worse than just blind you."
    The phone was still to Dale's ear. He heard Ruben's voice in a whisper.
    "Hold your breath when I give the signal." He said.
    There was another heavy knock at the door and then Ruben's voice came loud and clear through the phone.
    "They'll knock just one more time Vasily."
    "Open the door Vasily." Dale shouted at him. "I'm tied up with a knife to my neck. They'll give you your money, trust me, I'll make sure of it."
    Another heavy knock battered at the door as Vasily stared feverishly into Dale's eyes, desperately trying to read his impassionate face.
    He jammed the phone back to his mouth.
    "Wait." He said. "You have money with you?"
    "It's outside in a truck. We'll