contact her mother. Jozef may have preserved Shaun’s life, but that didn’t mean he owed her anything, including a phone call. She blinked back her tears.
Jozef pointed to something at the bottom of the bed and she realized it was a bundle of clothes. She approached cautiously, but was eager for something else to wear, so reached for the clothing, despite their proximity to Jozef. Knowing that he could reach out and grab her as quick as a snake frightened her. She'd seen him kill two people, felt the cold press of steel against her head as he came seconds away from murdering her.
Until she found a way out of this place, she wasn't going to do anything that might piss off her captor. Or at least she was going to try her best not to upset him. She would wear his clothes, eat his food and sleep on the couch. She would play ‘good captive’ until she found a way out.
The clothes were far richer than she was used to. She could tell just by touching them. The soft fabric slid through her fingers like a silken waterfall. She held up a blouse, pink with white flowers. A pink flowing skirt matched the blouse perfectly. A bra and panty set were tucked beneath the items of clothes. She blushed but picked them up, hoping they fit. As she turned to walk away, she spotted a pair of high heels in a pretty cream colour.
Shaun shook her head and wondered if she could get away with just putting her running shoes back on. She could count on one hand the number of times she'd worn high heels in her life. Heels did not fit into a doctor's lifestyle. She was also nearly six feet tall. When she wore heels, she tended to tower over her dates.
Somehow she didn’t think Jozef would care if she was taller than him. He was a man very much in control of himself. She couldn’t imagine him being threatened by a tall career woman.
Shaun reentered the bathroom, changed quickly and presented herself back in the bedroom. Jozef got up from the bed and stretched, giving Shaun a good view of him. Her heart beat a little faster as she imagined the slabs of muscle beneath the suit he now wore. It was unfortunate that she knew what this man looked like naked, because dressed there was very little hint of the bulging muscles beneath.
He wore a wine-coloured shirt, unbuttoned at the throat, tucked into a pair of dress pants with a thick leather belt. The patent leather shoes on his feet looked expensive and Shaun bet they cost about as much as her monthly salary.
She looked around for her running shoes but didn't see them. "Where are my shoes?"
Put those on. Jozef pointed at the high heels.
Shaun grimaced. It didn't look like she would have a choice. Someone had taken her shoes and she wasn’t willing to argue with Jozef, which meant she wasn't going to have access to them. If she didn't find a good pair of running shoes, escaping the mansion was going to be tough business. She could easily picture herself foiling her own escape plan as she tripped and broke a limb on her way out.
We’re eating breakfast with my family. Jozef gestured at the door, indicating they would leave together.
Was she ready to meet the Koba crime family of the Czech Republic? Absolutely not. Did she have a choice? Probably not.
In line with her desire to show Jozef that she was a compliant captive, Shaun merely nodded her head and agreed to go to breakfast. Her heart pounded in fear and her palms grew damp as they walked through the opulent hallways of the sprawling mansion to the dining room. Shaun tried to remember which way they went and how they got there, but she quickly lost track as they passed room after room.
Her heart sank as she realized leaving the mansion would be incredibly difficult. Not only was it massive and twisty, but they passed at least half a dozen security personnel on their way to the dining room. She suspected there were more outside the house, keeping watch for potential threats. They would’ve all been briefed on the new house resident, which meant they would also probably know to watch for her if she tried to run.
Shaun was truly beginning to worry about how deep into enemy territory she’d landed herself. If she couldn’t figure this situation out,