Page 12 of Forced Bratva Kidnapped Virgin
She was braver than some of the men I knew; they wouldn’t even last this long without peeing their pants. Yet, there she was, looking right at me as if daring me to do my worst.
I studied her, searching for calculation or manipulation, but all I found was defiance and conviction. Her file listed her age as twenty-four, far too young for this level of dedication to the job.
As brave as she was, she was also inexperienced in understanding the danger she’d walked into. Or perhaps she did, but simply decided not to yield.
She was one of the few good ones, those who deluded themselves into thinking they were incorruptible.
“You might think you’re invisible right now,” she said, her voice low and even. “But sooner or later, the law will decide your fate.”
My lips curled into a crooked smirk. “Maybe. Maybe not.” I exhaled a puff of smoke. “Until then, you should be more concerned with yourself. Right now,I’mthe one who decides your fate.”
She swallowed hard.
And that’s when I saw it: the glimpse of terror flashing in her eyes.
Good.
Verygood.
I straightened my spine, reveling in her fear, no matter how fleeting it was. At least I knew she wasn’t as rigid as I’d thought. Yet her calm and sharp wits, even in the face of danger, still fascinated me.
Without another word, I walked to the door and turned off the lights. The room plunged into utter darkness, but she didn’t make a sound. Not a single one.
A quiet scoff escaped my lips, amused by her composure. I grabbed the door handle, yanked it open, and headed out, shutting the door behind me. I lingered for a moment outside, waiting for her reaction.
None came.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
It was as though she was comfortable in the dark. Never had I encountered a prisoner with her kind of fiery spirit—male or female. And that alone pulled me in like a moth to a fuckin’ flame.
The plan was to interrogate her for at least an hour. However, I had to cut it short because I kept getting distracted by her. I couldn’t tell what it was, but there was something about this woman that drew me in. Something magnetic. Electric.
Even after I had left the room, she still occupied my mind in ways she shouldn’t. My thoughts kept drifting back to her: her defiance, her fiery eyes, and the way she held my gaze without fear.
As I walked away, I clenched my fingers into fists, angered by how much space she’d managed to take up in my head.
How the hell did she do that anyway?
Chapter 5 — Kiera
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but eventually the door creaked open, and the hallway lights crept into the dark room. Two men walked in, their faces hard and their expressions ugly. Their boots pounded the floor as they made their way toward me.
“Careful,” one said to the other, his voice deep and almost inaudible. “She’s wild, this one.”
I remained silent, pretending not to have heard the words that sparked a strange feeling of relevance within me.
The second man halted in front of me, anger flashing in his red eyes. He withdrew a switchblade while still glaring at me, his fingers tightening around the hilt.
I recognized him; he was the first man I’d attacked in the underground parking lot. The one I’d almost blinded with pepper spray and then kicked in the nuts.
Obviously, he hadn’t healed from the shame and pain I caused him. The man was still holding a grudge. Although part of me feared what he’d do to me with that knife, the other part believed he wasn’t allowed to harm me.
If their boss wanted me dead, he would’ve done it himself. He was a monster. Not a coward. The fact that I was still breathing meant that he wasn’t done with me yet. That being said, these losers had no right to touch me.
I twisted my lips into a mocking grin. “What’s the matter? Still bitching about what happened earlier?”
