Page 64 of Innocently Captured By the Bratva

“Oh. I won’t kill you if anything happens to her,” I say, through gritted teeth. “Death is easy. If I catch you, I’ll hang you by your legs, ice you every single day, lash you, break each finger, and keep you alive just enough to make you beg for death.”

As I speak, I watch Charlie’s eyes widen with fear. Despite all the bravado, there’s nothing Charlie fears more than pain.

I inch closer. “My brothers are right outside, Letvin. Run if you can. If they catch you…”

From behind Charlie, one of Gavril’s guards reaches for Charlie’s hand and seizes it, twisting his wrist up. Charlie howls as the gun goes off and hits the roof, careening off into a corner.

I lunge forward, my fist connecting with Charlie's jaw with a satisfying crack. He stumbles back, momentarily stunned, and I seize the opportunity to close the distance between us. We grapple, trading blows, as Quinn's muffled cries echo in the background.

“Mark!” she screams, her voice laced with terror.

I can feel my strength fading, the toll of the past few hours catching up to me, but I refuse to give in. With a surge ofadrenaline, I wrap my hands around Charlie's throat, squeezing with all the force I can muster.

His eyes bulge, and his face turns a sickly shade of purple, but he manages a twisted smile. “You'll never win,” he rasps, his words barely audible. I'll always be one step ahead.”

Suddenly, the room plunges into darkness, and I feel Charlie slip from my grasp. I spin around, my heart pounding, trying to gather my bearings in the pitch black. “Quinn!” I yell, my voice raw with desperation.

But there's no response, only the sound of retreating footsteps and a door slamming shut. I fumble for my phone, my hands shaking, and turn on the flashlight. The beam illuminates the empty room, and my stomach drops as I realize the truth.

Charlie is gone, and he's taken Quinn with him.

With a roar of frustration, I push myself to my feet and direct the guards to head into the hallways. I need to find them now. Maksim and Gavril split up with their men. I will find her at any cost. I will make Charlie pay for what he's done.

And when I do, there will be no mercy.

I rush through the dark hallways, my heart pounding as I search for any sign of Quinn or Charlie. The sound of a muffled cry catches my attention, and I race towards it, my feet pounding against the concrete floor.

As I round the corner, I freeze, my breath catching in my throat. Quinn lies crumpled on the ground, her strawberry-blonde hair matted with blood. I drop to my knees beside her, my hands trembling as I gather her into my arms.

“Quinn, , Baby, I'm here,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “I've got you.”

She looks up at me, her green eyes glazed with pain. “Mark,” she breathes, her voice barely audible. “I'm sorry, he tried to make me run faster, but I couldn’t keep up. I was slowing him down, and he pulled me along, dragging me across the ground. I-I tried to fight him off, and then he kicked and left—”

“Shh, it's not your fault,” I assure her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You're safe now, I promise.”

As I cradle her against my chest, I notice the growing red stain on her skirt. My heart clenches with fear as I realize she's bleeding from between her legs. Why is she bleeding between her legs? What the hell is happening?

“Quinn, we need to get you to a hospital,” I say urgently, trying to suppress my panic.

She nods weakly, her face pale and drawn. I lift her into my arms, holding her close as I hurry towards the exit. “Quinn? Quinn?”

Her eyes roll shut. That bastard hurt her hard enough to make her lose consciousness. The bruises under her eyes, the blood on her head, between her legs—she’s been through hell. I put her into the back of the waiting car.

“Hospital, now!” I shout, cradling her in my arms in the backseat. My mind races with worry, the thought of losing her threatening to overwhelm me.

But I push those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the woman in my arms. She's alive, and that's all that matters. Once we get to the hospital, everything will be okay.

Chapter 25 - Quinn

The sharp scent of antiseptic jolts me awake, and my senses struggle for clarity. I blink, squinting at the harsh lights above. The room sways like a carousel, and shapes blur. Sterile walls, beeping machines, and starched sheets scratch my skin—I’m in a hospital.

How did I end up here? My mind struggles to find an answer. Charlie Letvin’s face flashes in my memory—his hands shoving me into a van. Trapped, terrified, praying for a rescue. Then Mark, like an avenging angel, burst in, his eyes blazing with fury as he fought to reach me.

“Quinn, you're safe now.” Lara's soothing voice pulls me back. I turn to see her beside my bed, her kind eyes filled with relief. She gently takes my hand.

“Lara,” I croak, throat dry. “What happened? How long was I out?”

“You've been unconscious for a few days. The doctors had to sedate you to help you heal after... what that monster did.” Her voice trembles. “But Mark saved you, Quinn.”

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