Page 33 of Owned Bratva Bride
“Relax,” he uttered, a crooked smile on his face. “I simply came to check on you.”
I sat, facing him without a response.
“How are you coping with being here?”
“Do you really want to know?”
He inclined his head like he was actually considering his response. “Yes.”
“As well as one can cope with being in a prison. Without shitty food, that is.”
“Not an excuse, but…it wasn’t our intention.”
“Yeah, you thought I was Lucien’s wife because you saw me with himonetime. Your almighty boss said as much.”
He chuckled.
“Is there anything you want? Anything that can make you feel less…restricted?”
“You mean, aside from letting me out of here?”
“You’re in too deep.”
“Right.” I let out a gust of air through my mouth. “Lucky me.”
“I don’t need anything. I’m fine,” I added.
“Okay,” he vocalized.
Just as he turned around, I asked, “What’s your name?”
His back was against the door again.
“Ruslan. And you are?”
“Marielle,” I answered. “Actually, there’s something I need.”
“Okay….”
“My purse. I had it on me that night. I woke up here without it, even my heels.”
“You need your purse and your heels?” he inquired, an amused expression on his face.
“I need my phone. It was in the purse.”
“Want to mobilize your cavalry?”
“I have nobody to call,” I dropped. “I just need it with me to keep myself sane.”
“I’ll ask the boss.”
I nodded.
“That’ll be all, kind sir.”
“You have a strange disposition,” he uttered, turning around.
I was alone again.
