Page 37 of Bratva Hunter

“I know you’re not happy about my choice of woman, but you should know the dentist confirmed she’s pregnant with my child. They hit her, Papa.”

A string of Russian swear words stream out of my father’s mouth, making me smile. He’ll move heaven and earth to find her now. My mother will haunt him from the afterlife if anything happens to a grandchild. “We’ll get her. Fuck!” The call ends.

It takes my father less than five minutes to call me back. “The Aguilars won’t give her back. They said she’s promised to some sheikh.”

“What the fuck does that mean? Wait. They’re selling her. Over my dead body. I’ll kill every fucking one of them. I’ll cover everything in Aguilar blood.” My phone vibrates. “It’s Cynric.”

“Take his call.”

I answer Cynric. “She’s pregnant.”

“That makes this easier, I suppose. They’re taking her out of the city in a half hour. Apparently, they offered her to someone willing to pay top dollar for her. They actually advertised her as ‘Snow White’. Can you believe that? I’ve texted everyone the address. Fingers is working on tracing phones, now.”

“I’m on the move. Who’s with me?”

The doctor grabs his bag and moves towards the door. “I’m coming.”

“You don’t want to be there. I’m going to kill people.”

He guffaws. “I don’t care about them. I care about your woman and your child.”

Nodding, I rush through the door.

Chapter 11

ROSA

The sickening smell of my great uncle’s cologne fills my nostrils as I wake up moaning. My face and jaw ache. My hand instinctively moves to my belly, but I remember in time to stop myself. I can’t let them know. How long have we been driving away from Rory’s?

“You’re awake. Good.”

“How long have I been asleep? Where are you taking me?”

He leers from the front passenger seat. “I chloroformed you once we took you. I’m doing what your father was too weak to do.”

I stare at the man who’s going to sell me. He told my father hundreds of times to do it. He wanted my father to sell my mother, too, but her family knows powerful people in Texas, and she hid behind them.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re going to the airport. You’ve been fucking the Russian, so I know you’re not a virgin, but you’re a model and beautiful, so we found a sheikh who wants you.”

I push myself up into a seated position, just in time to notice the under-water tunnel Rory and I went through when we got here. We’re heading to New Jersey.

The cartel soldier driving the SUV clicks his tongue as he looks at my face. “Damn, that’s a bruise. The sheikh will see that at the airport and know she’s been broken in.”

He and Arturo laugh like hyenas.

Okay, so I’m going there instead of some man coming here. Does that increase or decrease my chance at getting away?

“Have you figured it all out yet?”

“What?”

“The Russian was playing you. He brought you back to me.”

My mind races through the time we spent together looking for opportunities for Rory to have contacted my family. Fear, desperation, and sadness war in my heart and head. How do I get out of this?

“You might as well accept your fate. Be a little slut, and maybe he’ll keep you. You’re pretty enough.”

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