Page 10 of Bratva Beast

“Jack will meet us at the estate. He’s got video.”

“What happened to the kid I was racing?”

My father shrugs. “He’s dead.” His hard expression says it all.

Ah. You had him killed.

“He talked about tampering with your car. People talk, and he risked your life when he couldn’t control his car when you were racing.”

That says it all.

Chapter 3

PRESENT DAY

CYNRIC

The memory fades into oblivion as my usual irritation about life scratches my brain. It’s been too long. Something bad is on the horizon, I can feel it. I should get on the treadmill and run off my angst. I’m annoyed with my father and his unrealistic orders that I leave the penthouse. My hand scrapes across my ultra short hair as I dwell on the pessimistic feelings I’ve had since the accident. Time has taught me that bad things happen to bad people, and I’m good with that. A soft voice on my audio system brings me back to the moment. Isabella. I sweep my head to the monitors around my desk. I catch her front in one cameraand her side in the other. She walks to the foyer talking to my housekeeper.

“I should be home around midnight.” She throws up her hand as she slings her backpack on her shoulder and heads out the front door.

It takes me a moment to realize what she said. I don’t think before I plow out of my room and into the foyer as my two sets of doors automatically open as I walk through.

“Mrs. Belova?”

She startles as she looks up. “Yes, Mr. Bravikov?”

“Did she say midnight?”

Her head flips to the door and then back to me. “Yes, sir. She has a shift after classes.”

I growl. “Nothing good happens after dark.” That bad thing I was thinking is roaring now. I pat my workout clothes, realizing I left my cell phone in my room. I cast a glance up at the housekeeper. She doesn’t seem upset about my face anymore. I guess she’s gotten used to working for the devil.

ISABELLA

I crack my neck standing next to Russell, the overly buff male nurse. He’s a man whore. There’s not a woman in this hospital he hasn’t propositioned, and I’m new. He’s hit on me for the last twelve hours.

“Izzy?”

I grit my teeth and glare. I’ve retold him countless times. “Ms. Reeves!”

“Yeah, right. We should get breakfast after your shift ends.”

“No, thanks. I have an early shift tomorrow and need to get home.”

His bottom lip sticks out, and I cringe. Not only is he annoying as hell, he’s one of those puppies that wears his heart on his sleeve. “Go check Mrs. Davis in room twelve.”

His frown deepens as he lumbers off.

“He’s so fricking annoying.” Annette Garcia leans against the wall by the nurses’ station. “I’d like to say you’ll get used to him, or he’ll stop being annoying, but I’d be lying.” She motions for me to follow down the hall. She leads me into the lounge. “So, I drew the short straw.”

My brow furrows. “About?”

“We’re all curious why you got moved in the middle of the term.”

“What’s your thought?”

The corner of her mouth lifts. “I’m guessing you got caught having a relationship with one of the doctors and they moved you instead of dealing with the doctor.”

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