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.

the second man called from the doorway. “Looks like

first kidnapper grinned beneath his mask. “Double the

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Chapter 162

thug who examined it briefly before returning

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

Roman Kingston, huh? The billionaire? That’s

too much. She wasn’t going to bring up Sutton

He chuckled, looking between them. “Quite the wealthy pair

on them both. Keira’s heart hammered against her ribs

Keira’s cable ties. “Make yourselves at home. There’s a bathroom at the back

from the man sliding along

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. We

cut

room, the other guy’s gun

on

them.

lock clicked with finality,

footsteps faded before

had dried on his temple, making his hair

to

his skin. “You?”

but intact. That was scary.”

room.

to find a way

out of those

was free, Alexei stood slowly, testing his balance. The blow to his head had clearly affected him more than he

shelf to peer through the

right. Nothing but

up yet.” Alexei examined the door, running his fingers along the frame. “Every lock or

a weakness.”

Keira climbed back down, her torn dress catching on the metal edge,

expression darkened. “Officially, Wystovia doesn’t negotiate with

“And unofficially?”

paused. “Your sisters?

They have

winced at the movement. He

down,” Keira ordered, rushing to his side. “You

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It removes one obstacle.”

a

them one at a time.” He reached for her hand, his grip warm and firm. “If we get out

say, but fear made her honest.

it was