Page 66 of Forced Bratva Kidnapped Virgin
Mikhail laughed lightly. “Well, where’s the fun in that?”
I dropped my pen and leaned back in my chair, eyes fixed on my father. “Have you come to make more decisions inmylife?”
He pulled back the armchair that flanked my desk. “Don’t be silly. I did you a solid with that girl.”
“What do you want, Father?”
“Will you stop blowing me off?”
“I’m not. I just want you to get straight to the point.”
“So what? You’re sick of your old man’s presence, is that it?”
I let out a dismissive scoff. “Funny of you to say that because I don’t remember your presence when we were growing up.”
“Got something to say to me, boy?” A faint frown perched on his face, his voice deeper than normal.
I looked at him in silence, my expression neutral as images of my traumatic childhood came flooding into my mind. We both knew what my bitterness and resentment was about. And the longer I stared into his eyes, the more I realized how important it was to be a better father than him.
He uncrossed his legs and leaned closer. “Look, I’m not here to fight with you. I just want to talk.”
“About what?”
“About how your recent actions have sparked suspicion amongst the elites.”
Silence.
He reclined in his chair again. “Why on God’s green earth did you allow your fiancée to continue pursuing the case against Vika?”
“I don’t see how that’s a problem.”
“I know the boy is a fool,” he answered. “But going after him like that is risky to Bratva unity.”
“I disagree,” I said, calm as always. “Everybody hates that son of a bitch. He’s reckless and stupid and doesn’t hesitate to bring shame to the family name.”
He paused, holding my gaze. “Is that the real reason, or are you only saying this because your little lawyer is involved in the case?”
Images of how he almost forced himself on her back in her cell flashed in my mind. I recalled the way he’d mocked her at the gala and the pain it caused her.
My fingers curled into fists, my jaw tightening. “Vika is a human trafficker, and trafficking disgraces the Bratva. If we don’t end this madness now, his actions will drag us all into the mud sooner or later.”
He thought for a second, eyes still fixed on mine.
“My fiancée is simply doing what none of us has the guts to do—bury the man legally.”
“And if she turns on us?”
“She won’t.”
He sneered. “Trust is a dangerous game in our world. You, of all people, should know that.”
“This isn’t about trust.” I placed my hands on the table. “It’s about loyalty.”
He raised his brows. “You think she’s loyal to you because she’s carrying your child?”
I hesitated, realizing the lengths I was already going just to protect her. “She might be as stubborn as a mule. But she’s not stupid. And she’s not our enemy.”
“I’m just saying, if she’s allowed to go after Vika, who’s she going after next?”
