Page 23 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride

“Rad, I don’t know what to do. Where can I take you?”

He leans forward with effort and punches at the LCD on his dashboard. An address pops up.

“The code—“ he sighs. “Is seven eight eight three.” He leans back in the chair and closes his eyes.

I slam the car into gear and hurry towards the address he put on the screen.

It’s only eight minutes from my apartment.

When I arrive, I drive into an underground parking area and reach a locked gate that requires a pin to enter.

Leaving out of the car I quickly punch in four numbers.

Seven. Eight. Eight. Three.

My heart leaps with relief when the gate slides open.

The tires skid as I accelerate into the underground, secure area, parking in one of the available bays.

I hurry around to his side of the car, tugging the door open.

“Rad—“ I say, scared he won’t reply.

“Mm,” he sighs.

“We’re here. Come on.” I reach into the car and do the best I can to lift him out. He grabs onto the doorframe and hauls himself to his feet and then leans on me as we shuffle towards the door.

“Five. Seven. Three. Zero,” he says with effort.

I punch the code into the keypad next to the door and it clicks open.

Inside the safehouse it looks like a completely normal home. Clean, modern, minimalist and bright. I know the windows will be one way view and completely bullet proof. I know every exit will be heavily secured. But it looks completely normal.

Rad groans and I drag him to the wide sofa and set him down on it.

“Is there a first aid kit here? I need to look at your side.”

He pushes himself forward and tries to stand up.

I stop him by putting my hand against his solid chest. “No, idiot.” I giggle. “I’ll get it. Just tell me where it is.”

“Bathroom,” he mumbles and slumps back down.

“Don’t fall asleep, ok,” I say nervously as I walk away. Not wanting to leave him. I’m fully focused on the emergency of the situation, but in the back of my mind I can feel the intense confusion drifting.

Why did he risk his life to save mine?

Where is the monster that killed my brother?

The only man I’ve seen in him is kind, gentle, generous and willing to go out of his way to protect me.

I push all of those thoughts into the back of my mind and scratch through the bathroom cupboard until I find a large black duffel bag on the bottom shelf. The giant red cross on the top lets me know I’ve found what I’m looking for.

It’s heavy. Obviously well stocked.

I know basic first aid because of the world I come from. Growing up as a Bratva child you learn things other children don’t have to worry about. Basic self-defense, first aid, how to manipulate—

I huff loudly as I drop the first aid kit onto the sofa next to Radmir.

---