Prisoner (Russian Tattoos book 2)
“I tugged at the cuffs, trying to yank myself free. I curled my legs up, twisted to the side, and managed to touch the side rail with my foot. I held my awkward position by grasping the rail with my toes.
It wouldn’t be easy, but maybe I could kick down the rail. I didn’t have much leverage, but I could rattle it. If I kept at it, maybe it would eventually break down. The cuffs jangled against the metal as I used all the strength I had to achieve my objective. Dmitri must’ve heard all the commotion. The door creaked open, the light clicked on, and he towered over the bed with his arms crossed when he saw me twisted up like a pretzel, fighting a losing battle. “Help me, Dmitri. I can’t take it. Please.”
He wrestled with his thoughts for a moment and then picked up one of my wrists, unlocked the cuff, and did the same on the other side to set me free. He eyed me sternly. “No tell Boris.”
“Spasibo. I promise I won’t do anything to get you into trouble.”
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