Page 87 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

He laughs coldly. “We couldn’t trust Andrei with the truth. He was a pawn just like you were. We used him to get to you. He’s clueless. A lose thread at this point.”

“We’re just tools to you,” I whisper, more to myself than him because all I see in his eyes is a smug look of satisfaction with himself.

Grecko lets out a rough growl from behind him.

“Marat, we can’t let her go,” he warns.

“I know. I think it’s time we just get this over with and kill the brother too. Someone fetch Andrei. Take him down to the basement as well. Let’s get it all done today,” Marat says, waving his hand and calling the security team over. “Take them both down to the basement and chain them up,” he demands.

He turns to Grecko to discuss things with him and guards grab at Ruvim and I. But neither of us is going to make this easy and we both start fighting like wild cats.

The guard who has me, lifts me in the air and slams me down onto the ground with such intense force that it knocks my air out and leaves me writhing in pain.

I hear gun shots and wince, thinking that Ruvim made a run for it and got taken down.

But the gun shots continue and when I glance up I see Marat’s men in panic, running, snapping to attention and pulling their guns from their holsters.

“Around the front,” someone shouts.

“And the back.”

One of the guards falls flat on his face in front of me, the hollow hole where his eye was has been blown up by a gunshot into the back of his head.

I turn away, wanting to puke.

But I’m free, and there’s no time to let fear take over now.

I push myself to my feet and scream for Ruvim, seeing him ducked behind some crates, I bolt towards him.

Men are flooding into the warehouse, all wearing black Kevlar and dark face masks. My heart is beating a million miles an hour.

“Ruvim,” I gasp, checking over him as we crouch low together.

“I’m fine,” he snaps.

“What’s going on?” I shout, frantic.

“It’s my brothers, and the Dubrovs,” he shouts back, his voice almost lost over the gun fire.

My entire body heaves with relief. They came. Even though I told them to wait—they came.

I move to peak my head around the side of crate and Ruvim grabs me, dragging me back. “Don’t be stupid. Stay low until the shooting stops,” he warns me.

Chapter 26 - Radmir

We pour into the warehouse from the front and back entrances. They didn’t stand a chance. Their overconfidence in our ability to find them left them low on guards and lacking when it came to security.

The gun fight is short but brutal. We move though Marat Enzo’s men easily, incapacitating them, doing our best not to kill them, but sometimes it’s unavoidable.

My eyes dart towards Jade when I see her standing up and looking bewildered. I want to go to her, but I have to focus. Where is my brother?

There.

Behind the crates.

“Blue crate,” I shout to Rodion, who nods, his eyes locked onto the scope of his rifle as he moves forward, the Dubrovs tight in formation with us.

Jade runs across the line of fire and I wince. Fuck. She’s reckless. She’s trying to escape. But I hear her shout Ruvim’s name and then see her duck down with him to check if he’s ok.

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