Page 9 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

“Out of the city?” I stammer in shock. I force my eyes to glitter with tears. “Am I in that much danger?” I whimper.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, reaching his hand towards me, then changing his mind. Probably considering how naked I am beneath the blankets.

“You are in danger, if I let you go. But here with me, I assure you there isn’t a safer place for you to be.”

“But… How will I ever repay you for helping me?” I ask, fresh tears running down my cheeks.

This time, he reaches forward, takes the coffee from my hand and pulls me into his arms. “I’m so sorry about all ofthis,” he says, gently stroking his hand down my back. My body is betraying me more and more as each moment passes. Every cell is screaming for me to reach my hands up and wrap them around his broad neck…

But he remains controlled and the perfect gentleman as he holds me against him, nothing but the blanket between us. He is gentle and sweet and comes across as so genuine.

He’s not, though. He’s a monster and I see straight through his facade.

“Sir,” a voice carries from somewhere outside the bedroom.

He quickly pulls away from me and turns his body towards the door. “‘I’m in here,” he calls out, standing up.

Radmir walks towards the door and one of his security guards hands him a few packages. Brown and white shopping bags. “Thanks, Neil,” he says, taking the bags and nodding.

The other guy leaves and Radmir walks back towards the bed.

He sets the bags down and says, “These are for you. I hope they are comfortable. Let me know if you need anything else. I’ll be downstairs. Breakfast will be ready whenever you get there.”

He won’t look at me and I sense a tension in him.

But he’s smiling softly when he turns towards the door to leave, closing it behind himself to give me privacy.

For a moment, I just stare at the door.

Radmir is not what I expected. AlthoughIam the one who is being naive if I think that’s the real him. He’s probably playing me. Using me to get close to the Enzos or to try and get information out of me. That’s all. I guess at least if I’m aware he’susing me I can play the game he’s expecting while I gather my own information against him.

I expected him to rescue me and play the macho man role, expecting something in return even—like most men do.

Sheesh, I’d hate myself for enjoying what I thought he was expecting in return.

I let out a loud, frustrated breath of air. Focus. Shower. Get dressed. Let’s see what clothes this idiot got you. Probably old lady clothes with lame or zero fashion sense.

Although his clothes are pretty damn fine. Well fitted over his broad shoulders, those blue jeans were nice and snug…

Jade.

I can’t believe my thoughts keep going back there.

Alright. Let’s do this.

I throw the blankets off me and grab each of the bags, emptying the contents onto the bed.

“Mm,” I mutter in shock. The clothes are absolutely perfect for me.

High-waisted, tight blue jeans and a few cute tank tops.

A couple of flowing dresses and a really funky pair of black sweatpants with red pockets and ties and little zips for features, and a matching cropped hoodie. I guess the man has style. Or his henchman has style.

Although he is the one who noticed my nails and my hair. Did he get the red sweatpants on purpose? To match my hair and nails?

I pull my mouth tight and push the sweatpants aside. That would be too sweet of him. A trick of some kind. I’m annoyed that I like them so much.

One of the bags is just filled with toiletries. Soaps, creams, hair care… I don’t throw that one out on the bed, instead I pick it up and gathering the jeans, a white tank top and some undies I head towards the bathroom.

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