Page 6 of Broken By the Bratva

The van stopped and the door opened. I assumed we had reached the same destination as before. The small raggedy house in the Chernykh’s compound. Vadik pulled me out and carried me inside as before.

He removed the cloth that had been pulled over my head. I knew this couldn’t be the same place. The house Nadia had described which I was sure was where he took me originally was smaller and in ruins. But this place—it was a real house, a mansion.

It was neat and looked quite large from where we were standing. It wasn’t as large as my brother’s mansions, but it was big. We were in a small room that looked more like an entryway, or entrance hall if you want to call it that. There were doors to both sides and the back. To the left of us was a set of stairs as well.

The tiles were a cream color with dark gray smudges and the curtains a light golden color. I was amazed at the beauty it created and wondered if Nadia had had a hand in this.

“Welcome to our home,” Vadik said as he grabbed the rope and pulled me towards the stairway.

Pulling back violently, I tried to dig my heels into the ground. “Stop,” I demanded. Vadik had turned off my tracker, how were my brothers going to find me here? “You have no right!” I spat at Vadik as he swiftly pulled me towards him.

He was much stronger than me and fighting him only resulted in him picking me up again. This time, he turned and placed me over his shoulder. I tried grabbing at the railing as we moved up the stairs. I even kicked with all my might, but it was to no avail.

It felt like he was carrying me to another country before my feet touched the ground again. I knew it wasn’t, but it felt like a lifetime. As he placed me down, he turned me to face a closed door.

“So, this will be my cage then?” I spat at him glancing over my shoulder.

“No,” he replied grinning. “But it is the bedroom.”

Vadik leaned past me pushing the door open. “After you,” he whispered.

“Oh hell, no,” I breathed out. “I will not be sharing a room or a bed with you.” As I finished speaking, I stepped back. Planting the heel of my foot on top of his Vadik let go of my arm. This was what I had hoped for.

He lifted his foot to rub it. This was my chance. I sprinted back towards the stairs. I had no idea what I would do when confronted by the guards. But I was like a rabbit cornered in a cage. I would make my own way out.

I had not taken into account his speed. For a muscular man, Vadik was extremely quick. Before I reached the top of the stairs, he was on me. He placed his hand so firmly on the wall before my face, that it sounded like he smacked the wall. I froze stopping in my tracks.

My gaze followed his hand up his arm to his face. “You will not disobey me!” Vadik stated overly harsh.

His brows were furrowed, his skin looked reddish, and his eyes appeared cold. I felt a ripple of chills running down my spine. I tried to step back, but Vadik grabbed my arm, flung me around, and pushed me towards the room.

He shoved me into the room. Stumbling forward, I grabbed hold of the bedpost. I was taken aback by the immensebeauty it held. Feeling my jaw drop, I must have looked like an idiot as I scanned the room.

Smirking, Vadik joined me as he spoke. “So, you approve?”

Closing my mouth, I shrugged as I walked around the bed. It was intriguing to see such dark colors in a bedroom. It looked like something I would have selected. The bottom half of the walls were painted a dark, almost black color. The top half looked like a shimmering dark purple.

It was like a dream room. The bed was covered with a silky black bedding set complimented by the dark purple headboard. The bed and side tables were made of deep charred wood. The sheer whiteness of the fluffy soft carpet brought the perfect contrast as it lit up the room.

The sunlight pouring in through the large wide wooden block windows added to the final touch. To one side was an antique dressing table. Next to it fixed to the wall was a life-size mirror. I walked to the mirror and stared at my reflection.

Vadik came up behind me. Looking back at me in the mirror, he spoke softly. “I hope the dressing table is suitable. I had the staff move it in here for you.”

I glared at him before turning swiftly and moving to the door. “I won’t be staying with you!” I shot back at him over my shoulder.

Before I could walk out, I felt his big hand closing around my upper arm spinning me around. “We are married now. What would people say if they found out we didn’t even share a room?” he asked calmly.

He grinned as he continued. But the look in his eyes made me shiver. “You will stay with me in this room. There will be no more talk about it. Understand?”

“I am not your wife,” I breathed out as fear started making its way into my mind.

“You’ll have time to adapt. Now come, let me show you around,” he added leading me out the door. “Should you get bored, when I am out, you will know where to find something to do,” he added as we walked down the corridor.

“I have a life and things to do, you know,” I replied sarcastically pulling back slightly.

Vadik ignored me as he continued forward. The next room we came to, was the library. Opening the door, he gently pushed me inside. It was just as breathtaking as the bedroom. I had to admit his taste in color was impeccable. It was something we had in common. But, even so, it would not change my mind. He was a breast, a caveman.

“So,” he said letting go of my arm. “What do you think? Do you like reading?”

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