Page 8 of Forced Bratva Hostage

I have no choice but to understand. He wouldn’t have done this unless it really was an emergency. I know him well enough.

“Call me as soon as you can,” I sigh.

“I will.”

I drop the phone into the center console of my car, and my fingers tighten around the steering wheel.

“Fuck,” I shout angrily.

In response, Tatiana kicks the seat again and shouts something, muffled against the duct tape I put over her mouth.

Maybe I should have used the chloroform. I didn’t because the thought of using it made me nauseous from memories of things I’ve done in the past, for Boris. Working for that family destroyed my karma in ways I don’t want to think about.

I also chose not to use it because I thought she would be scared and meek.

She’s fucking psycho, though. It’s like she wants to piss me off to the point I might punch her fucking lights out.

She’s lucky it’s me and not some savage asshole who’s kidnapped her.

Fine.

We can go to the cabin. At least it’s safe and quiet, and no one will find us. Tomorrow I can figure this all out.

The cabin is not as secure as the mansion, because I never had any intention of taking her there, but I’ll make do with what I’ve got.

It’s secluded, so she can make all the noise she wants, and no one will hear her.

For the entire duration of the drive to the cabin, she is kicking and fussing in the back of the car. I turn up the music loud to try and drown her out and focus on the road ahead.

By the time we reach the cabin, I’m hoping she’ll be completely depleted of energy. With the amount of effort she put into pointless shit back there in the car, it would be a fair assumption.

It’s cold again tonight when I park outside the place I called home for many months. Climbing out, I muse over the tiny dress she’s wearing. She was obviously getting ready to go out. I guess I ruined those plans. Whoever she’s supposed to meet is going to be waiting for a while. They might alert her brother, but there’s no way for him to know where to find her now.

The back door of the SUV opens, and as soon as it does, she rolls out onto the ground with a dull thud, then squirms like an idiot, trying to stand up even though her feet are tied together.

I sigh and scoop her up. She starts mumbling again, so I grip the edge of the tape over her mouth and rip it away in one quick tug.

“What the fuck?” she screams at me, then licks her lips and lifts her bound hands to press her fingers to her mouth. “That really fucking hurt.”

She grabs the blindfold and throws it aside, then sets her heated gaze on me. Her eyes are wild and bright. Bluer than I’ve ever seen before, even in the artificial light cast by the car.

“Who the hell are you?” she snaps.

“You don’t have to be scared, I have no intention of hurting you as long as you cooperate with me.”

“Youalreadyhurt me with that stupid duct tape trick you just pulled.Andmy ribs are bruised.” She shoots me an angry glare and I shake my head in disbelief. Who the hell does she think she is?

“Are you always this rude?” I ask. “When you should technically be begging for my mercy?”

“Hmph,” she huffs indignantly, then out of nowhere, she lets out an ear-piercing scream.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I snarl, lifting her up and throwing her over my shoulder again to carry her into the cabin. There are only two bedrooms, so I take her to the smaller one, with a small window she couldn’t fit through if she tried. There is nothing in here apart from the shelving unit bolted to the wall. This is the room I used for storage.

I drop her onto the floor. She’s still bound with her wrists and ankles wrapped in duct tape.

After a moment’s thought, I say, “I’ll get the camping mattress. It’s not the luxurious life you’re used to, but I think you can learn to be grateful that you’re getting anything at all,” I sigh.

“Hey, you can’t leave me in here—don’t you dare walk away. You can’t—"

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