Page 21 of Secret Bratva Baby
He pushes the door all the way open and steps inside.
He’s moving calmly, but I can immediately tell that he’s not pleased.
His eyes are pitch black as he holds his hand out towards me.
“Give it to me,” he says dangerously.
I don’t even hesitate—I just hand him the phone. I’m terrified of the way he’s looking at me.
“I just—"
“Who did you call?” he asks sternly.
“My work friend.”
He sneers, his lips curling in anger. He lets out a loud huff of air, shaking his head.
Then suddenly he turns away from me and storms out of the bathroom. I sit for a second, confused. What just happened?
Leaping into action, I follow him.
He walks out of the bedroom and down the hallway towards the kitchen, my phone still in his hand.
I steal a quick glance at the bed, towards Lily, still sleeping.
Then I bolt after him.
In the kitchen, he’s standing at the coffee machine. I can’t see my phone anywhere.
“I’m not giving it back,” he growls.
“I didn’t tell them anything,” I say, desperate for him not to be angry. I don’t want him upset; I have no idea what he’s capable of.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It does matter. I didn’t say I was kidnapped.”
“I heard the conversation, Rose,” he snarls, turning to glare at me. “Must you test my patience at every corner? I respected you enough not to lock you in that room, and on two occasions, you’ve made me question my choices. First, you pointed a gun at me and threatened to kill me, and second, you took your phone and called people behind my back. Have you honestly got no idea what kind of danger you’re in because of those men I rescued you from?”
“I’m trying to keep my daughter safe,” I shout, angry and frustrated and caged like an animal. I feel like I’ve been backed into a corner and there’s no escape.
“By threatening the guy who’s keeping you safe?” he glares at me.
“How do I know you’re going to keep us safe? I saw what you did to that man last night. You didn’t even hesitate. And you showed zero remorse.”
“What’s your point?” he says coldly, his black eyes burning into me. I can see what I’ve said has upset him, but it doesn’t make sense. I’m only pointing out the facts.
“My point is, how do I know my child is safe with an assassin like you? How do I know you won’t hesitate to hurt her if she gets annoying? I will doanythingto keep her safe from you, and anyone else,” I growl, like a mother lion, not backing down when it comes to my child.
He rolls his eyes and throws his hands in the air. “If I wanted to hurt either of you, don’t you think I would have done it already? I could have hurt you after I took the gun away; I could have chained you up instead of giving you a comfortable bed to sleep in. I’m not a damn savage, Rose. You know this,” he huffs in frustration.
“I don’t know anything about you, Luka. I don’t even know if Ieverknew you. The man I fell in love with all those years ago—he wouldn’t have abandoned me. He wouldn’t have ghosted me. So, no.I don’t know you.”
Luka looks down at the floor, dragging his eyes off me.
His expression has shifted. His shoulders have dropped from their tense position. If I’m not mistaken, he looks dejected.
With a heavy sigh, he turns his back on me, busying himself with the coffee machine.
