Page 41 of The Bratva's Arranged Virgin Bride
Well, no furniture was harmed, anyway. It looked like Dan’s nose hadn’t gotten away unscathed. Blood streamed down his face, and he wiped it away with a look of murder still glowing from his eyes. Kolya looked just as fired up.
My idiot husband finally noticed I was still on the floor, rubbing my bruised behind. Snarling with renewed rage, he lashed out at Dan again, almost breaking free of Mat’s grasp.
“Stop it!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, jumping up and grabbing Kolya’s arm.
I held on tight, my fingernails digging into his flesh as I glared at him to get it together. It wasn’t going to happen, so I turned my glare onto my cousins as I dragged Kolya out of there. They were going to ruin everything, and not just their own stupid plans to keep him under their thumbs, but my revenge. Which I was about to take out on Kolya immediately if he didn’t have a good reason for acting so rash.
Once we were in the car, I rounded on him before he could start the engine.
“What were you thinking? What possessed you to put on a show like that?” I demanded.
The look he gave me as I fumed at him was no longer one of anger, but something that looked close to despair. But that couldn’t be right, could it?
“Your cousins were speaking about an eventual divorce, as if our marriage is only temporary. It pissed me off.”
That was it? Just a mention of terminating our arrangement?
“Donotinvolve me in your fights again,” I said, giving him such an icy stare that he blinked. “Or it won’t be divorce that ends our marriage.”
His eyes flew wide as if he was actually afraid of me. Good, I hoped so. If he had any sense at all, he should have been.
