In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 246

Keira couldn't handle the thought. Her mind screamed in panic.

Alexei's jaw clenched. "Touch her, and no amount of money will save you from what I'll do."

The man laughed. "Big words from a man who is tied up." He stood and turned toward Keira, taking a step in her direction. She shrank back, mind racing for a way to buy time.

"My family..." she blurted out. "My family's rich too."

The kidnapper paused, looking at her with new interest. "Is that so?" But his tone suggested he didn't believe her.

"My name is Keira Warner. Warner Industries. My sisters will pay for me too. But if you touch me, your bargaining power goes down."

Alexei's face remained impassive, but she caught the slight nod of approval.

"Warner?" The kidnapper seemed to consider this. "We'll check. If you're lying..." He let the threat hang.

"Call Blair Warner. She'll pay whatever you ask." She forced a tremor into her voice. "Please don't hurt me." She was shit scared but also angry that these men thought they could… could… No, she couldn't even put it into words.

The man studied her for a moment longer, then turned back to his companion at the door. "Check the name. Warner Industries."

Keira knew by contacting Blair it would alert Roman and Luca about what was happening. Giving them even more chance of survival. She wasn't sure if Alexei’s father would have informed them.

As he moved away, Keira caught Alexei's eye.

"In the meantime," the kidnapper continued, "perhaps we should send your father proof of life, Your Highness. A finger, maybe? Or an ear?"

She could hear the guy was enjoying this.

Alexei's expression remained cold. "My father won't pay a cent if you damage the merchandise."

"Smart boy." The kidnapper laughed. "We'll settle for a photo, then."

He pulled out a phone, placed a newspaper on Alexei chest and snapped several pictures of him, the flash momentarily blinding.

"And now for the lady, too. If her family is as rich as she claims."

The man approached Keira, he thrust the newspaper into her hands.

"Hold it up," he ordered, raising the phone. "And try to look pathetic. Families pay more when they think you're suffering."

She gripped the newspaper with trembling fingers, forcing herself to appear vulnerable rather than furious. Her mind raced through options. Did she want to look weak? Or defiant? Which would work better for their survival?

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