Page 32 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

My plan has been to destroy his businesses, to ruin his life, but what about all of these people? What about their lives?

How far am I willing to go to avenge my brother?

I hand the cloth back to Benton and thank him, then continue to follow Radmir through his very efficiently run business, filled with wonderful people.

This place, or perhaps it’s just Radmir—yes, it’s him. It all disarms me.

Today he has shown me another side of him. The boss. The man who runs this place. And it’s another side of him that I like. Nothing about his interactions with these people was dark or dangerous or malicious.

He leads me into an office.

“This is my brother’s office. He’s not here today,” he says, gesturing for me to sit down. “Do you want a coffee?”

“Water, please.”

“Tammy, do you mind getting us two bottles of water?” he asks, sticking his head around the corner and talking to a pretty young girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.

I feel a sting of jealously.

She’s much prettier than I am. Petite and slender, long legs and a narrow waist.

But Radmir hardly seems to notice her other than making the request. His eyes don’t trace over her perfect body when she walks past in that little red dress. He is looking at me.

My heart flips.

Those steel grey eyes are piercing into me again.

I bite my lip nervously. Focus, Jade.

On what?

Anything but how fucking hot he is.

“All of the workers know you personally,” I comment, trying to keep my mind off other thoughts.

“Of course. Like I explained earlier—they are extended family in a way. I just want them all to be safe. That’s my main priority when people are employed by me. Their safety and well-being.”

“Family is really important,” I mutter quietly, thinking about Grigor. He’s the reason I’m here. My beautiful, crazy little brother who was so full of life. “We really need to learn to appreciate them.”

Radmir sits down next to me, draping his arm over the back of the sofa behind me. I shift forward and straighten my back, not letting my body touch his. “I know you’re thinking about your brother,” Rad says gently, reaching out and brushing his hand over my back. I stiffen even more.

I hadn’t meant to let my guard down and speak honestly again. I hate how he drops my defenses. I hate it. I hate how he makes me feel like he would take care of me. And how I trust hecould.He’s so strong, so confident, so bold and sexy and domineering, yet so gentle and caring.

I scrunch my nose.

“Yes, well, there is no point in thinking about the past,” I mutter, dismissing the topic just as little miss perfect in the red dress comes back into the office with two bottles of chilled water. She smiles at me, a genuine smile. I smile back and feel bad about being mean to her in my head. She’s just a girl.

“Thanks, Tammy,” I say.

“It’s a pleasure.” Her whole face brightens up. “I love your hair by the way.” I smile even wider, my face brightening too. Being nice to people is so much more rewarding than anything else we can be.

“She seems really sweet,” I comment when she is out of the office again.

“Her mother works here too, my brother hired her as his personal assistant to help the family out,” Rad replies.

“She’s beautiful,” I push a little.

He chuckles. “Not my typeat all.”

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