Page 40 of Bratva Hunter

I wrench my arm out of his hand to stand akimbo with a salty look on my face. “No. He doesn’t.”

“He does.” His voice is soft full of concern and regret. He opens the door to a pacing Roric and men that look just like him. “Get dressed.” He pushes the door closed.

Roric reaches for the knob as the doctor moves his hand, barking in Russian.

I lean against the door and put on my new clothes. Stepping out, Roric rushes toward me.

“Thank fuck.” He moves toward me as I throw my palm up to stop him.

“No. You don’t get to bother me.”

“I’m sorry, Rosa. I should have handled all of this better, but this is where we are, and I suggest you get on board.”

“Get on board! Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Heads snap around the area. “Rosa.”

“Don’t alpha me with your tone. You’re a liar. I’ll never trust you again.”

An older version of Roric strolls up. He oozes power. I’ll bet there isn’t anyone who tells this man ‘no.’

“Welcome to the family.”

“What?” Anger and frustration crash into my mind, resting on my shoulders as I process his words.

“You’re married to my son. Your child is my grandchild. You’re part of our family.”

The glare from Roric keeps my mouth shut. Married. He told them he married me. I’m not marrying him, but if his family needs to think that, then so be it. I nod at the man, turning my head to Roric. His hand stretches out to wrap around my arm. “We need to talk.”

“That’s the understatement of the century.”

We walk outside the hangar, maneuvering around the bodies and blood. He holds open the rear passenger door so I can climb inside, refusing his outstretched hand. He gets in behind me as the driver puts the car in gear to drive us away from the airport.

We drive onto the expressway. I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Roric asks. “What do you want to eat?”

“I don’t care.”

“Sure, you do. Just eat before we meet the judge to get married.”

“Why the fuck would I marry you? I hate you.”

“You don’t. You’re angry and hurt. I’ll explain everything, but we need you to be my wife. No one can touch you if you’re in my family.”

“I need a phone.”

That surprises him. His brow lifts while his jaw hangs open. “Why?”

“I want to call my family in Texas. I realized when I was being trafficked that my family has connections. Pure stupidity to not go to them in the first place.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I forgot my grandparents know powerful people. I don’t need you or your family.”

“We can go see your family after we get married.”

My hand whips out and across his handsome face. “Fuck you. I’m not marrying you. My baby and I are leaving.” I turn as he extends his arm to grab me around the waist. “Stop!”

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