Page 7 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

“The only way they know how. By ending your life.” There is no point in hiding the truth from her. The Enzo brothers don’t give a shit about other people and they will kill her if they feel she is a risk to their operations.

Jade starts to cry again and before I can stop myself I’ve reached out and wrapped my arms around her.

I pull her tight against my side and hold her in my arms.

She feels good against me.

She smells of roses and Turkish delight. One of my favorite treats.

It was very forward of me to comfort her like this, so I half expect her to push me away, but instead she snuggles against my chest, drying her eyes on my shirt.

Reaching my hand up, I brush it across her cheek, wiping a tear away. “I promise you I’ll take care of you, Jade,” I whisper, my heart pulling in weird directions I’ve never felt it pulled in before.

Why is she making me feel this way? I don’t even know her.

This stunningly beautiful girl, who basically fell into my life from nowhere. I lean slightly away from her, trying to be respectful because this moment is so intense. But her fingers grip against my shirt and she holds herself against me, not ready to let go yet.

I lean back into the sofa, letting her rest her head on my chest while I gently wrap my arm around her.

After twenty minutes she falls asleep and I can hardly believe it.

Slipping my arm beneath her, I lift her against me and carry her up to the spare room. I set her down on the bed, moving carefully so that I don’t wake her, I pull her high heels off and the blankets aside, for a moment I consider taking her dress off. Damn. I want to do that.

I shake my head. What the fuck, Radmir? She’s not even awake.

I sigh softly, grabbing the edges of the blankets and pulling them up to tuck them over her.

Before I leave the room I stand in the door way staring towards her sleeping figure on the bed. Her beautiful face resting peacefully against the pillow. Her mascara is a little smudged from crying, but it doesn’t take away from her perfection.

I clench my jaw and take a deep breath. What is going on with me?

Turning my back I head towards my own bedroom to have a shower and try and get some sleep too.

Chapter 3 - Jade

I hear Radmir walk away after tucking me into the bed.

My eyes spring open, searching around the room. My heart racing for no reason at all. His hands on my body were tender.

He was so gentle.

I shiver at the thought of him, delightful thoughts rushing through me. But then I practically gag in horror at my own ideas.

He is a murderer.

I hate him.

He should not make me feel any kind of way at all other than hate.

I wiggle my entire body beneath the blankets, shaking off the sensation of his touch. Trying to force my body to forget how intense it felt.

I can’t believe how easy that was.

He just fell for everything and now I’m lying in his guest room, sleeping in his house. The fox in the hen house and the hens don’t even know it.

I wonder if all of the Kuznetsovs are this naive and stupid.

I could be anyone. Literally anyone. I could be an assassin—here to slit his throat while he sleeps.

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