Page 91 of Secret Bratva Baby
I scream, but before the sound escapes my lips, a hand is slammed over my face. “Get her in the car.”
I kick hard at the man in front of me, catching him in the knee. He grunts in pain and snarls in anger. “I’ll fucking kill her.”
“They want her alive—get out of the way or help me get her in the car.” Two men are working together to lock me down while a third holds the car door open.
Despite my best efforts, despite fighting with my entire being, terrified I will never see my daughter again, I am not strong enough to take on all of them. As they throw me into the car, they pull a bag over my head.
The world goes dark. My heart is beating too fast. Anxiety and adrenaline are flooding me. I want to cry.
Panic grows thicker inside me.
I’m in the backseat, pressed between two bulking men. I have no idea where I’m being taken. I have no idea what terrible fate lies ahead of me. But I cling to one, tiny hope.They want her alive. The words loop and loop in my mind. I let them circle, over and over again.
They want her alive.
If they want me alive, then maybe it will give Luka enough time to find me.I have to believe he can find me.
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We drive for a long time, the bag over my head making it hard to breathe, and I’m claustrophobic, stuck between these men.
When the car comes to a stop on what sounds like gravel, I breathe a sigh of relief. At least I can get out of the car.
The door opens, and someone tugs me out.
I trip, stumbling, unable to see where to put my feet.
“Stand up,” someone snaps.
“Don’t treat her like that. You promised not to hurt her,” Tania’s voice is thick with worry.
“Tania?” I whimper, my heart sinking. I have to be wrong.
“Shut up and get inside,” a man growls.
“Please, Uncle Boris, youpromised.”
“One more fucking word, girl—I told you to get inside.”
ItisTania, butwhat’s going on?
Chapter 23 - Luka
Another long day at the warehouse.
It’s strange how the days feel worse now that Rose isn’t talking to me anymore. My usual excitement to get home and see her is replaced by anxiety for the idea that I’m losing her.
I won’t give up.
I won’t give up until there is nothing left to fight for.
I walk into the empty house. This should be the norm for me. I’ve never had someone living here with me before. I’m used to being alone.
But since Rose and Lily have come back into my life, I’ve seen something different, and this empty house is meaningless to me—it’s not ahome.
I drop my jacket over the back of the living room sofa and flop down into it. Lily and Rose are at Jade’s place having a girls’ day. I’m so pleased she gets on with my family. Jade sent me a photo earlier of Lily on the top step of the pool with all her clothes on, her dragon teddy in her hand, and a massive smile on her face. The message with the picture was thatyourdaughter is just like you.
That made my day.
