MARCO’S POV
Every muscle in my body is tense. Galina is on the floor like a puddle of skin, gasping for air and crying, and there isn’t a f*****g thing I can do about it. Malik looks for weakness, and me caring about what happens to Galina would be a weakness he will either exploit or see as a reason to kill me.
“Galina, moy dorogoy, no need for the theatrics. You’re fine. Marco will help moyo doch’ to her chair.”
What a f*****g bastard. I am not sure what he did to her, but she is frightened and in pain, and he acts as if nothing happened. I am by her side, gently lifting her up and whispering in her ear, “I got you, okay? Lean on me.”
I want to tell her more. I want to tell her that she can trust me and that I will do whatever I can to get her out of here alive tonight. I thought th
