Page 23 of Forced Bratva Kidnapped Virgin
Fuckin’ pervert.
He lunged at me, but I was quick to grab the plate off the floor. With a powerful force, I smashed it into his skull.
“Fuckin’ bitch!” he groaned, stumbling backward. “You’re dead!”
Something told me he wasn’t bluffing; this man could end my life in a heartbeat. I took off, bolting toward the door.
“Get over here!” He grabbed me by the wrist and flung me onto that reeking mattress.
Before I could react, he climbed on top of me, pinning both my hands above my head. I struggled to no avail, kicking, yelling, and twisting my body.
“Hold still.” He smacked me across the face with his free hand, laughing as he reached into his pants. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy this.”
In that moment of desperation, only one name came to mind, and I screamed it at the top of my lungs.
“Nial!!!”
Chapter 8 — Nial
I was barely three blocks from the compound when I felt it in my chest. A strange unease. At first, I ignored it, thinking it was nothing serious, especially since she’d been on my mind since I left the compound.
The images of her face and the sound of her voice kept replaying in my head, over and over again, keeping me distracted. So distracted, in fact, that I almost ran into a pedestrian trying to cross the road.
Luckily for him, I slammed on the brakes on time.
“Learn to fuckin’ drive, asshole!” he yelled, flipping me off with both hands.
I didn’t react, didn’t even look his way twice. Instead, I just drove away with one hand on the steering wheel as the city lights slid across the windshield.
The further I drove, the more my chest tightened. I couldn’t understand why I felt so uneasy after leaving her at the compound. The place was guarded, and the men knew better than to go against my instructions.
Escaping was also impossible. I was damn sure of that. Then what exactly was this strange force pulling me back toward her? I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
I combed my fingers through my hair as I sped through the city, as though if I moved fast enough, the unease would cease. Instead, it grew worse. I fought the feeling, telling myself there was no reason to go back.
Yet, it persisted, and I felt it more than before, that low pressure beneath my ribs. There was no way in hell that I was going to know peace if I didn’t give in to these feelings.
I wasn’t sure whether it was instinct or just strategic reassessment. All I knew was that something was pulling me back to the compound. Coincidentally, when I glanced out thewindow, my eyes caught a sign by the side of the road: the U-turn sign.
I ignored it and kept going.
A few minutes later, I saw a billboard with the face of a gorgeous model and a write-up beside it. Of course, I didn’t bother reading it. However, for some reason, a sentence caught my attention.
Sometimes all you need to do is turn around….
The words were written in block letters, and I felt them land heavily on my chest. First, the U-turn sign, and now this. Was the universe trying to tell me something?
At the next intersection, I saw another U-turn sign and a smaller billboard readingListen to Your Heart.
Once could be ruled out as a coincidence.
Twice the same thing.
But three times and above…. That was a message worth considering, and it was one I shouldn’t take lightly.
“Fuck it,” I murmured under my breath, turning the wheel sharply.
The tires screeched against the asphalt as the car made a clean U-turn. I slammed on the accelerator, my vehicle speeding through the night like a fuckin’ missile.
