Page 47 of Forced Bratva Kidnapped Virgin
“What, are you following me now?” I struggled to my feet, barely able to stand. “Don’t touch me!” I slapped his hand off as he reached out, trying to help.
He paused. “What do you think would’ve happened if I were a second late?”
I let out a dismissive scoff. “You want me to grovel at your feet and praise you for saving my life? Is that what you want?”
His expression turned ugly, triggered by the irritation in my tone. “What Iwantis for you to stay the hell away from Bratva business.”
I lost it, furious at his audacity to still think he can control my life. “Well, you might as well just fuck off because I can’t do that!”
His jaw tightened.
I walked over to him, seething, eyes red with fury. “I don’t tell you how to doyourjob. What makes you think you can tell me how to do mine?!”
“You almost got killed tonight,” he said, his voice rising a bit higher than normal.
“And whose fault is that?!” I snapped, my pulse racing. “Your cousin is out there, trafficking innocent girls, and nobody is doing a damn thing to stop him!” My voice rose with each sentence.
“Exactly,” he answered immediately. “And what does that tell you?”
“That everyone else is a pussy!”
Silence.
A dark cloud began forming in the sky, and soon a low rumble of thunder sounded above.
He stepped forward, his eyes roaming over my body for a moment. The closer he drew to me, the more I felt my anger melt away. When he closed the distance between us, and I felt his warm breath against my skin, my heart sank.
I blinked a few times, struggling with the images of our naked bodies flashing in my head. A part of me craved his touch and wished he would reach out to hold me.
But he didn’t. He kept his hands to himself while those storm-gray eyes bore into mine. My heart raced with anticipation, and my lips quivered as I stared back at him. The air was charged with something electric, and it weakened my knees.
I hated how badly I was affected by this man’s commanding presence. Even the scent of his cologne ignited a fire within me, one that hadn’t burned in months.
He finally broke the stillness. “Heroes die before their time in this world, Kiera.”
The sound of his deep voice sent shivers down my spine, reminding me of the magic of his tongue. This was a serious moment, yet all I could think about was how good a lover he was. And I hated myself for that.
“Drop this case if you wanna live,” he said, his gaze unwavering.
“I don’t like threats.” My face turned ugly. “You should know that by now.”
“It’s not a threat,” he answered. “Take it as a piece of advice.”
“Since when did you grow a conscience?”
An awkward silence fell between us, broken by another clash of thunder. Lightning streaked the dark clouds above, and soon, it began raining.
“Go home,” he whispered.
With that, he slowly withdrew from me and walked away. As I watched him leave, tears began streaming down my cheeks, masked by the rain.
Was I a terrible person for not telling him the truth? He deserved to know, didn’t he?
Did he truly develop a conscience over the past two months? Why did he care so much about my safety? How the hell did he even know I was in trouble? Was he really following me?
I didn’t know what to make of this encounter. And that uncertainty gnawed at me without mercy.
Maybe I did the right thing by keeping this secret to myself. But for how long? He was definitely going to find out sooner or later that I was carrying his child.
