Free Jordan's Redemption: Bad Boy Mafia Dark Romance book (The Generals' Sons 2) by Veronica Cane Page B

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    She left the bathroom and he grabbed her by her forearm, dragging her to the upper floor.
    "Someone is here to meet you." He announced while he was taking her up the stairs.
    "What? What do you mean?" she asked startled, looking at him. She didn’t want to meet anyone.
    "You'll know soon enough." His tone was ominous and it made a shiver run down her spine. She didn’t like the sound of that, not even a little bit.
    "No, I don’t want to meet anyone." She refused, and tried to pull back but he pulled her harder, grabbing her chin and towering over her.
    "You don’t have a say in it." He snarled at her. "And you better behave or you'll regret it, dearly." He threatened her, releasing her and continuing his way up the stairs.
    He took her to the living room where a man was sitting on an armchair. He was obviously foreign, but she wasn’t able to determine his race, not until he spoke.
    "This is her?" he asked, in a very cold tone. He got up and crossed his muscled arms over his broad chest.
    Tall, with dark, curled hair, and the darkest blue eyes, Ashley had ever seen, the man was incredibly handsome, but something in him scared her like hell. There was something dark in him, something that made her feel very uncomfortable near him.
    "Yes, this is the cunt." Wilson forced her to step forward, closer to the man, and she almost cried out. His threat was still ringing in her ears, but she had to struggle very hard to keep herself still under the scrutiny of his look.
    "Let her go, I want to see her." The man ordered, and Wilson released her and took a step back.
    For a moment, Ashley felt the urge to run away from there, but the man's look was more than enough to keep her frozen where she was.
    He looked at her, head to toe, and even walked around her, looking thoroughly as if she was a piece of meat on display.
    "Yes, it's not bad. I'm sure I can work with it and get something out of it." The man said, in a very cold tone.
    "If you couldn’t, no one else would, I'm sure." Wilson flattered the man.
    "And you say that I can take her with me right now? I thought Jordan hadn't decided yet."
    "Yes, he hadn’t, last time you talked to Marcus, but now he has. He was going to call you as soon as he returned from Honduras." Wilson explained.
    "Good thing that I decided to come, then."
    Ashley followed the men's conversation, trying to understand what was going on, not liking what her instincts were telling her. "What the hell are you two talking about?" she asked, more scared than anything.
    The man's hand flew across the room and hit her in the face, throwing her to the floor. "You haven’t been allowed to talk, slave." He said, still cold-livered, barely looking at her.
    Biting down on her lips to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes, Ashley stood up, struggling to control the shuddering of her body.
    This couldn’t be happening, she couldn’t believe Jordan was really doing this to her.
    "You haven’t explained to her what is going to happen?" The man asked Wilson, not very pleased.
    "No, I thought you would like to do the honors." Wilson answered, obviously pleased with Ashley's ordeal.
    "Very well." The man turned to look at Ashley, his hands crossed behind his back, his eyes locked on hers. "My name is Ivan Korsakov, and Jordan has given you to me. From now on, you'll be mine, my slave, at least, until I manage to sell you to the highest bidder." He explained as shock washed over her when she realized this was really happening.
    "He can't do that. He doesn’t own me." She cried out, her hand brushing her face.
    "Oh, yes, I believe he did, and now I do. And you better accept that reality as fast as possible. It will be better for you."
    "No, never, I rather die." She ranted.
    "Dead, you have no value for me, so I'm afraid that's out of the question." He replied in his hideous cold tone.
    "As you can see, you'll have to train her from scratch. She still hasn’t accepted her new role in life." Wilson said