Page 5 of Broken By the Bratva

I rushed back to the room. Opening the door, I saw her at the window, she was trying to pry it open with a piece of plank. Glancing around caught a tad off guard, I wondered where she got it. There was no time to worry about it as we had to get out.

Grabbing her shoulder, I flung her around lifting my arm as she swung the plank at me. “How dare you!” I huffed. I forcefully took it from her and tossed it to the bed. Bringing her hands together, I moved quickly to tie her up.

“I’ll scream,” she spat back as she struggled in my grip.

“No, you won’t!” I shot back as I ripped a piece of tape from the roll and stuck it over her mouth. She struggled trying to pull back, but I was quicker and stronger. Firmly taking hold of the rope around her wrists, I pulled her with me. “You will pay for this,” I added as we moved towards the front door.

My brothers peeked out of the kitchen looking puzzled. “There’s no time,” I said as I moved past them. “Get what you want and head home. I’ll meet you there. But get out now!”

“But…,” Makari uttered.

Stopping at the door, I turned and glared at them. I could feel the heat I was giving off as my anger turned to rage. “No,” I screamed. “No butts. Take only what is truly important and leave!”

Pavel scurried down the short hallway to the room while Makari retreated into the kitchen. I could hear him opening and shutting drawers and doors as I stepped out. Grabbing one of the guard's arm, I leaned closer as I spoke. “Get the van!”

He nodded and moved around the side of the house. Looking sharply at the other one as he stepped up, I spoke softer. “Once my brothers are out, burn it.” He looked back at the house and nodded.

The van came to a stop before us. I opened the van door and shoved her inside. Tasha fell to her knees, landing half on the small bed at the back. Getting in, I shut the door as I spoke to the guard. “Jim’s place behind the church.” I sat down on the edge of the bed as we started moving.

The drive wouldn’t be long as Jim’s house of sanctuary was about thirty minutes away. Tasha had shifted to sit next to the bed on the floor. Tears were running silently down her cheeks and over the edges of the tape. I felt sorry about it all for a moment, but this was the only way.

The van slowed and came to a stop. The guard turned nodding at me. Opening the van door, I took hold of the rope and pulled Tasha forward. She placed her feet squarely on the floor and pulled back.

“No, no, no,” I breathed out as I tugged harder. She came up to her feet and I wrapped my arm around her middle. Stepping back, I flung her over my shoulder. Turning, I stomped into the back of the church.

Once inside, I spotted Jim through the open door. He was cleaning the church podium. Looking at me our eyes met briefly. He placed down the cloth in his hand. As he came towards us, he wiped his brows with the back of his hand.

Stepping into the rectory, he shook his head from side to side lightly. “This isn’t right,” he said hesitantly.

Placing Tasha down, I turned her to face him. “This is how we are doing it,” I breathed out loudly trying to contain my rage. “You will marry us, Jim.”

Jim gave Tasha a soft smile before looking back at me sternly. “Names?” he asked.

“Tasha,” I replied. “You know mine so just get it done.

Jim quickly went through the basics. I held Tasha’s hair and gently moved her head back and forth for her agreement. Once the process was done, Jim signed the papers and handed me a copy.

He owed the Chernykh’s his life and always did as he was told. This wasn’t what I had planned or even wanted. But Tasha had given me no other options. Tasha sobbed through the tape. Her chest rose and fell as I picked her up and carried her out back to the van.

Getting back in, I placed her down on the small bed. Grinning at her, I pulled the tape from her mouth as I sat down next to her. “Welcome to the family Mrs. Vasiliev,” I said as the driver glanced at us. “Take us home,” I added.

Tasha pulled to the side, pushing at my chest trying to put distance between us. “I never agreed, this won’t work!” she spat. “I’ll never be your wife!” Her tears were instantly replaced by fury as her anger came forth.

Chuckling, I let go of her wrists. Tasha scurried back to the corner of the floor next to the bed. Placing my elbows on my knees, I leaned forward whispering to her. “I don’t need your permission, princess.”

She let out a frustrating growl as she shifted to the side. “You have fucked up, Vadik!” she hissed at me. “My brothers will destroy you and your brothers!”

Opening my mouth to respond, I closed it instead as she continued. “You’ve never seen a level of over-protection like theirs. They will do what has to be done to get me back!”

Sighing, I knew she was quite right. But for Nadia’s sake, I hoped it wouldn’t get to that. Letting out a half-sinister laugh, I lifted my head and glared at her. I could see her thinking twice as she shifted uncomfortably. “They can try, princess,” I said in a low tone. “But I can promise you they will fail.”

Tasha blinked rapidly as the tears appeared to be returning before looking down at her feet. “It’s okay,” I added moving closer. “I’ll be good to you.”

The rest of the drive to my mansion was quiet. Glancing back at Tasha, I noticed she was silently crying as she wiped her cheeks. She sat in the back corner with her legs pulled up to her chest. Turning back, I stared out the window allowing my mind to wander.

I had to start planning my next steps. The trade had to go off without a hitch. Plus, I had to ensure the Chernykh’s didn’t get wind of what was going on. If they found out all hell would be loose. Grinning, I considered my two brothers’ reaction when they discovered what I had just done.

Chapter 4 - Tasha

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