She didn’t look as though she believed me, but I still wasn’t going to tell her. The boat had almost vanished into the distance now—a mere spot on the blue of the lake—and unless she was watching for it, I doubted she’d see it.
“The courier will be here soon, and then we’ll be leaving.”
She pressed her lips together and nodded. “To England?”
“Yes, to England.”
If, once we were at the airport, she screamed and tried to get help, I’d have the doctor’s note to say she suffered from a mental illness and was being medicated, but there was a good chance I wouldn’t be believed. Once we were on the plane, I could relax because the pilot and staff were on our payroll, but then I might have issues when we disembarked at the other end.
“If you shout for help at the London airport, my government will send you back here. You understand that, don’t you? And if you try to run, you’ll be in a country with no money, no ID, no home nor job. If you go to the local police, they will act as though they’re doing everything right and then they will contact my family, and I will come and collect you.”
“I won’t run. I won’t shout for help or go to the police.”
I stared at her for a moment. “What is it you’re doing, Kaja?”
“I’m taking a gamble. I can stay with a man who acts as though he’s good on the surface but who is rotten underneath. Or I can leave with a man who acts as though he’s rotten on the surface but who I think might be good underneath.”
I shook my head at her. “I’m not. There’s no goodness left in me.”
“I guess that’s what I’ll find out.”
I thought she was making a mistake, but for now, that mistake was working in my favour.
Besides, I had to admit, I had enjoyed having her around. The taste of her was still on my tongue. She’d awoken that part of me I’d believed had died, and while no one would ever take Jodie’s place, it had been a relief that my cock still worked.
“First of all, I need to get you something to wear,” I told her. “I’m going to be gone a couple of hours. Do I need to lock you up again, or can I trust you?”
Her eyes widened at the threat of being locked up. Truthfully, I didn’t want to come back to her partially comatose again. Perhaps I was being foolhardy, but it was my mistake to make.
“You can trust me. I want to leave Estonia. I don’t want to go back to my father.”
“Very well.”
The moment we touched down in London, I’d send the video I’d taken of Kaja in the cupboard to Rasmus. I had no intention of letting him know who had her—not at first. I planned to torture him, until eventually he’d discover who had her, and come for her, and then I would kill him.
Chapter Sixteen