Page 15 of Bratva Beast

ISABELLA

“Isabella.” Cynric yells, his Russian accent heavier because he’s pissed. “Come here.”

I stop as I reach for the knob and turn it. “Don’t order me around like I’m one of your girls, Cyn.” And when did you decide to give me a pet name? “Isochka?”

His face hardens.

Shit, wrong thing to say.

He growls. “You will kneel.”

“Are you out of your mind? Uh, no. You aren’t going to tell me what to do. I’m almost a doctor. I save people for a living.”

He moves toward me, and my insides flip. My heart can’t decide whether to be interested or afraid.

“I asked you a question and unless you want me to put you over my knee and spank your gorgeous ass, you’ll tell me.”

Gorgeous? What? “Um. Did you call my ass gorgeous?”

He nods. “I did. It is.”

Holy shit. His eyes are dilated so much I can only see a ring of color around the pupil. I dip my head to see a massive erection pushing against his pants. “Um, Cynric?”

A sly smile creeps up which he tries to hide. “Yes, Isabella.”

“Why do you call me Isabella instead of Izzy?”

“Because I want to.” His statement hangs in the air, and my mind can’t come up with a comeback. He points to the floor in front of him. “Kneel.”

My hand automatically comes to my hip as I cock my head. “No.”

He moves incredibly fast, throwing me over his shoulder and striding down the hall. His hand reaches up, and a smack hits my butt cheek.

“Ow. What the fucking hell?”

He raises his hand and slaps my ass again. “Do not swear.”

“Seriously. You all swear. What’s the big deal?”

“You don’t need to swear. You’re brilliant. Come up with better words.”

“Put me down, Cyn.”

We go through the steel doors that lead to his rooms, and he steps into his bedroom. He slides me down his body and I land on my feet. “Who else hurt you?”

His steely glare annoys me, and I roll my eyes. “Today was the third time Anton hit me.”

He crosses his arms, and there’s steam coming out of his ears as his jaw tightens. “You should have told me, or one of my brothers.”

I shrug. “Anton said none of you would care. He said he’s your right hand, and I’m not important. Saxon tried to handle it the first time.”

Cynric’s face softens as he runs his fingers down my cheek. “You are important, and Anton won’t be able to ever hit you again because I’m going to kill him.”

“That’s not necessary. I’ve been taking self-defense classes for the last year, and I decided I’d do damage the next time he touched me.”

Cynric smiles. “Kneeing him in the balls was good, but not really enough to stop an enforcer.”

“I guess. I was surprised he hit me in your building.”

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