Page 30 of Forced Bratva Kidnapped Virgin
Without hesitation, I grabbed the gun from Boris’s holster and aimed at the bastard’s head.
“No, wait, please…!”
I squeezed the trigger andbang!
His head fell backward, faint smoke swirling from the hole in it. Blood streamed down his face as he sat motionless in the chair that held him bound.
I handed the gun back to the owner. “Clean this up and ready the men. We move at dawn.” With that, I walked away, furious at the number of traitors I’d had to deal with recently.
When I returned upstairs, a part of me was hoping she was still in the hallway, loitering—waiting. I knew a glimpse of that pretty face was enough to calm my nerves. But unfortunately for me, she’d returned to her room.
She probably heard the gunshot and decided to lock herself in her suite. I stopped in my tracks, staring at her closed door a little longer than I should have. When I got a grip on myself again, I picked up my pace and headed back to my bedroom.
***
Early the next morning, I was in my study, getting ready to mobilize the men, when I heard my door open. At first, I thought it was Boris and didn’t bother looking up from my computer screen. Then I noticed the familiar perfume from last night.
“It’s come to my attention that you’re heading back to the compound today,” she said, her voice smooth and steady. “I’d like to tag along.”
My brows rose before my head did, and I saw her standing in front of my desk. Kiera was already dressed in a black jacket and a pair of loose black jeans.
“You wanna tag along?” I leaned back in my chair, intrigued by her guts.
“Yes.”
“What do you think this is—a road trip?” A quiet chuckle fell from my mouth. “We’re not going out to play golf, you know.”
She folded her arms across her chest. “I don’t care; I just wanna breathe.”
“Youarebreathing. Unless, of course, you plan on losing that ability.”
She took a step closer. “Look, I’m sick of being locked up—in a cell or in this gilded cage. It’s boring and so damn frustrating.”
Was I hearing things?
What exactly gave her the effrontery to confront me with such a ridiculous proposal?
“I think you’re missing the point here, little lawyer.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “The defining characteristic of being a prisoner is to be locked up at all times. English is your first language. You should know that.”
A faint scowl flashed across her face. “Well, I’m already dressed, and I don’t plan on staying back.”
I rose to my feet, casting an intimidating look at this audacious woman who stared right back at me. She didn’t flinch as I approached her, and she didn’t take her eyes off me.
“You just don’t know when to draw the line, do you?” I halted in front of her, one hand in my pocket.
She hesitated. “I’m going crazy behind these walls, Nial. I need to be out there too. For my mental health.”
“Mental heath….” I chuckled in disbelief.
“Did I say something funny?” She frowned as though scowling was supposed to mean something.
“What makes you think you’re in a position to make demands? Huh?” I questioned her, my expression a bit darker.
“You’re a man who values peace and quiet,” she began. “I can’t guarantee you that if I’m losing my mind.” She leanedin. “Trust me, the last thing you want is a crazy Kiera running around your mansion.”
Did she just threaten me?
Her spunk ignited the same fire from last night, and it was burning ferociously.
