Page 20 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

“We don’t have much choice.” Renat raises his brow and pulls his mouth to the side.

“Fuck,” I mutter, feeling my energy drain even more. “Fuck,” I say again, fueled by anger. “These fucking rats are becoming a far bigger problem than they should be. They are powerless against us, yet they keep getting the upper hand in these incredibly pesky situations.”

My brothers are all nodding, just as tense as I am.

I stand up. “I’ll take a look around downstairs. I’ll write up a report on how I think they carried out the attack. In the meantime, you get everyone on the streets and the moment we hear anything about where they might be—we strike.”

Tammy walks in, carrying a tray of coffee.

“Thanks,” I mutter, grabbing one of them with relief and marching out of the office to get this over and done with.

I’m downstairs on the main floor with my phone in my hand so I can take voice notes of the things I notice. The tools they might have used. How many men I think were involved. Motives. Ideas. Anything.

I’ve been walking the path of destruction for over an hour, back and forth to make sure I don’t miss anything and I’m even more annoyed and more tired than before.

“Rad, I need to talk to you.” Renat’s voice tugs my thoughts away from the trail. “Yeah?” I sigh.

“It’s that girl.”

“What girl?” I ask, confused, looking around the warehouse, expecting to see a girl walking towards us.

“Jade,” he says. Fuck, yeah, of course.

“What about Jade?” I ask, not wanting to talk about her because I already struggle to keep her out of my thoughts and I need to finish this up so I can get out of here.

“I don’t know if we are making a mistake by trusting her.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I sigh in agitation.

“We don’t have any idea who she really is. She could be working with the Enzos and you have her living right there in your house, eating dinner with your family—“

“Renat, what the fuck man, don’t you think I haven’t taken precautions. I looked into her. I did my research. Her story with the delivery runs and the internship—it pans out. She had no idea they were mafia.”

“I dunno.” He shrugs and his persistence starts to really grate at my last nerve.

“So, what then? Should I just kick her out of my house and let the Enzos kill her because she saw something she shouldn’t? Do you think she deserves that?” I yell. Some workers standing nearby begin to hurry away, giving us privacy.

“You know that’s not what I’m saying—“

“Should I put a bullet in her head myself? Kill the traitor before she can do any damage?” I snarl.

“Stop being so fucking dramatic. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Renat snaps, throwing his hands in the air.

“Mind your own fucking business, Renat, and stay the fuck out of mine.”

“Are you kidding me? Your businessis my business!” he shouts.

“Not when it comes to Jade!” I shout back.

We glare at each other for a moment before I shake my head. “Fuck this. I’m done here,” I mutter, and march straight out of the warehouse to my car.

I’m fuming, angry that I was so quick to aggression, annoyed that I’m tired and confused and frustrated. I don’t fight with people. I play fair and talk things out. That in there—that wasn’t me.

I don’t know what the hell is going on with me.

Climbing into my car, I slam the door and take a deep breath before I start the engine.

I need to get home, eat something, chill out and try to figure out why my head is such a mess.

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