“Oh, it’s not about what I want,” he said, chuckling. “It’s about what I need. You see, I have a little vendetta with your dear Keaton. He’s wronged me, and I need to settle the scores. And you, my dear, are the perfect bait.”
I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. “I won’t call him. I won’t get him involved.”
Viktor’s smile faded, and he leaned closer. “You will, or things might get unpleasant for you, Mrs. Gebbert. Let me explain something—Keaton is not just a businessman. He’s the Don of one of the most powerful Mafia groups in this city. He’s ruthless, and he knows how to handle problems. But even he can’t ignore a call from his wife, especially when her life is on the line.”
My hands trembled as I clutched my phone which he handed to me. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want Keaton to be in danger because of me, but Viktor’s cold, unforgiving eyes told me I had no choice. I dialed Keaton’s number, praying he would understand the urgency.
He answered on the second ring. “Lissa, what is it?”
“Keaton,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need you to come here. I’ve been taken… they want to—”