Beneath Her Bastard Boss

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Chapter 162

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?

She settled on defiant vulnerability scared but not broken. She didn’t want Blair so worried while she was pregnant.

The kidnapper took several photos, then pocketed his phone. Throwing the newspaper to the side.

name checks out,” the second man called from the doorway. “Looks like

first kidnapper grinned beneath his mask. “Double the payout. Must be our

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Chapter 162

guy passed his phone to the first thug who examined it briefly before returning

to Keira’s face. She could smell stale cigarettes, making her stomach

Kingston, huh? The billionaire?

saying too much. She wasn’t going to bring

account.” He chuckled, looking between them. “Quite the wealthy pair we’ve

gun on them both. Keira’s heart hammered

at home. There’s a

the man sliding along

The door is steel, and there are bars on the window. If you think you can break the window and call for help, think again. The warehouses around us are all abandoned.

cut

the room,

on

them.

clicked with finality,

footsteps faded before

had dried on his temple, making his

to

his skin. “You?”

but intact. That was scary.” She glanced

room.

to find a

you out of those cable

slowly, testing his balance. The blow to his head had clearly affected him

peer through the bars. “They We’re

but empty rundown

running his fingers along the frame. “Every lock or room has

a weakness.”

down, her torn dress catching on the metal edge, ripping it. “Will he

Wystovia doesn’t

“And unofficially?”

“Your sisters? Their husbands? What

me. They have resources even your father doesn’t, because they

nodded, then winced at

rushing to his side. “You have

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It removes one obstacle.”

a

at a time.” He reached for her hand, his

if, she wanted to say, but fear made her honest. “What

said it