Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 167

Chapter 167

The men returned sooner than Keira expected. The door swung open with a metallic groan as three men entered. Two armed guards positioned themselves near the entrance while a third walked over to them, newspaper and phone in hand. Fucking cowards.

“Time for your close–up,” the third dickhead said, all still had their faces covered, good thing right? “Your families need to see you’re still breathing.”

Keira sat up straighter and more alert. She’d been watching over Alexei for the last hour, and he had seemed fine. So maybe he didn’t have a brain bleed.

Her mind raced. They needed these photos, which meant her sister and Roman had asked for proof of life. That was good. It meant they were working on something. If anyone could save them it was her family.

Alexei stirred beside her on the cot, clearly disoriented from sleep and his concussion. She squeezed his arm in warning, silently urging him to get his bearings quickly.

“Don’t make any sudden moves,” the man said as he stepped closer. “Both of you.”

Keira helped Alexei to his feet, her hand steadying him as he swayed slightly. The short rest had done him some good, but the head injury still affected his balance. The pain killers would have started to take effect at least.

Keira positioned herself so that Alexei could lean subtly against her for support.

The man thrust the newspaper toward them. “Hold this. Make sure the date shows.”

Keira took it, noting today’s date prominently displayed on the front page. A headline about market fluctuations stared back at her, surreally mundane compared to their situation.

Then he put the newspaper in front of Alexei.

The photographer adjusted his phone, aiming it at Alexei. “Hold still, Your Highness.”

The flash went off, momentarily blinding them. Keira blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision as the man moved to photograph her next.

She quickly scanned the room behind the photographer, desperate for any information she could communicate through the image. The window–which she had made sure was in the last photo – might show telltale signs of their location. If she could position herself to get it in the frame…

But the photographer was too fast, stepping closer and adjusting his angle to focus tightly on her face and the newspaper. “Don’t try anything clever,” he warned as if reading her thoughts. “Just look pathetic.”

The flash went off again before she could reposition herself.

Damn it, she thought. A missed opportunity. She had no idea if Sutton had been able to get anything useful from the previous photo, but this

one would offer nothing new.

“One more,” the man said, stepping back to capture them both together.

This time, Keira subtly angled herself to try getting more of the boxes and the room in the background, but the photographer noticed immediately.

“Don’t move,” he barked, gesturing with his gun for her to move back.

frustration building in her chest as another

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were taken, the men backed toward the door, their

“For now. Let’s hope they stay that way, if everything goes to

behind them, the lock

you doing?” Alexei asked once they were alone, his

to

away,” Keira said, frustration evident in her

“The fact that they’re taking photos is good.

cot. “You should use the bathroom

with a weak

worry, Your Highness. I

the

already

blurry, thankfully,” she retorted, relieved to see a flash of his

the room, her mind working overtime. The photos

figuring something out. Blair and

Luca’s resources,

Alexei returned, she took her turn in the bathroom, grimacing at her reflection in a small, cracked mirror

had collapsed, blonde strands falling haphazardly around her face. Her blue eyes were tired. The designer dress was torn

looked exactly like what she was… a

on her face, wetting some paper towels to clean herself as best she could. The

momentarily clearing her head.

to the main room, she found Alexei sitting on the edge of the cot, his head in his

back down,” she

face pale. “I’ve rested enough. We need

every inch of this place. There’s no way out

we make them open

exactly do we

to.” He gestured for her to sit

immediately. “What, like start

or at least their concern about losing

his idea. “If they

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do nothing, too,” he countered. “Every hour we spend here is

we give it a little more time? Give our families the chance first? I don’t feel like dying today

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