Page 7 of Secret Bratva Baby
His voice is like a thousand bolts of electricity slamming into my body.
My feet stall, I can’t move. Is it really him? It can’t be.
“Luka?” I stutter, slowly looking up at the second man’s face.
For a moment, time stops.
His dark eyes are locked onto me.
His jaw is shaded with black stubble, framing his gorgeous face. Beneath the street light, I can see a deep scar over his left eyebrow. That was never there before. I wonder how it happened?
In four years, he hasn’t changed at all, except, maybe he looks more dangerous.Way more dangerous.The knife in his hand catches the light and glints ominously.
He notices me looking at it and tucks it away.
“Rose, you need to come with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I say quietly. Lily is still sobbing against my chest as I take a tentative step away from Luka.
“You have to come with me,” he growls angrily, losing patience. “There might be more of them.” He gestures towards the dead man on the sidewalk.
“Okay, are you going tokillall of them?” I snap, terror burning inside me.
“Stop making this harder than it needs to be.”
“It’s been almost four years since I saw you, Luka. Now you show up—kill a guy—and tell me to come with you. No, I need to go home. Or, or—I need to call the police. I have to—”
Luka shakes his head. “No police,” he warns me.
“Just stay away from me, Luka.” I take another step back, getting ready to start running.
Chapter 3 - Luka
She is as beautiful as the day I first met her.
Her eyes are bright blue, tinged with green, as though they were created as a tribute to the crystal clear ocean waters.
I’m staring at her when I notice her eyes drift down to the knife I just used on our rival. The rival that was sent here to take her, for unknown reasons.
The child in her arms is crying softly, her face nuzzled against Rose’s chest. She pulls the little girl tighter against her.
She’s edgy, and I can tell she’s about to run.
Just as she spins away from me, I grab both her and the child and pin them against my chest.
She opens her mouth to scream.
I didn’t want to do it this way, but I have no choice.
Pressing the barrel of my Glock against her ribs, I growl against her ear. “Quiet. Not a sound.”
She gulps back her scream and presses her lips together.
“You and I are going to walk quietly to that SUV parked across the street. You are going to climb inside. You are not going to try anything. Do I make myself clear?”
She nods.
“Good. Move.”
