Chapter 7

The question left me confused.

My price. He wanted to know my price. He intended to pay for my silence. Oh. Yes, he must have been a very rich guy, because if the first thing he said was “say a number,” it meant that he didn’t care at all about money. It was the kind of thing that only happened in a movie. Who in this world can ask something like that without worrying at all about what the answer is going to be?

Apparently, that “Ivan Baryshnikov.”

“Can’t we do this later? The baby is hungry.”

“No, first things first. I need to know now,” he replied, and his tone sounded offended to me. His fierce eyes were on me, in a threatening attitude again. The girl squirmed in his arms, and Mirko whimpered louder. “Just say a number, Johanna.”

Hearing him say my name was even more terrifying, given the situation. Something in my stomach vibrated and my insides lurched, resulting in coldness once again. It wasn’t just the voice, so deep and dark; it was the tone,