Page 71 of Satin Sinner (Stepanov Bratva 1)

“There’s nothing to do, Freya. He’s dangerous. I can’t cross him.”

“Well, you certainly can’t give him back that damn phone, either,” she argues.

“You think I shouldn’t?” I ask nervously.

She shoots me an incredulous glare. “What’s stopping him from putting a bullet in your head the second it’s back in his possession?”

I open my mouth to answer, but the truth is, I have no idea what to say. She’s right. That phone is the last line of defense between me and death at Anton’s hands.

“Don’t worry, Jessa,” Freya says, looking me right in the eye. “I’ll have your back tonight.”

I frown. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll make sure he can’t hurt you.”

“What are you going to do?”

She just squeezes my hand. “Whatever you do, don’t give him back that phone, okay?”

I have no idea what Freya has planned, but I find myself nodding. God knows I need an ally right now. I’m in way over my head.

“Okay,” I tell her. “I trust you.”