Page 46 of Owned Bratva Bride
I was angry for most of the day.
I was tired of the whole stupid situation.
I was tired of the endless stares from Eduard’s men. I was tired of Eduard’s one-sentence conversations.
Later that night, my thoughts from the previous night visited me again.
Agatha, Sofia, or even Eduard might not have a choice.
I had a choice to try to leave this place.
And try, I would. With my last breath.
***
Since I decided to find my way out, I had been actively gathering information about the mansion, which I found out was just a part of a whole estate. From asking Agatha subtle questions about the exterior of the building to listening more attentively to his men whenever they talked, I was getting ready.
But there was no open window for me to escape.
Until this morning.
I was in the hallway when I heard two of Eduard’s men rush down the stairs, talking about all of them having to gather for something.
My brain connected with my legs, and I took the stairs on the other side, the one that led to the back of the house. I didn’t have the time to change out of my yellow dress with spaghetti straps or even get footwear.
The rain landed on my skin in angry pelts, but I couldn’t care less about it as I raced away from the back door of the house. The storm raged as I ran, but all I felt was the taste of freedom. I ran through the garden, and not even the wet sand on the floor could impede me.
I looked ahead, searching for the gates to see how close—or far—I was to escaping. The outer gates stood proudly just a few feet away from me. Excitement pumped my adrenaline as I ran faster.
A strong grip on my arm stopped me in my tracks. The powerful arm pulled me back from the gates.
It was Eduard.
Fucking Eduard.
My brain went haywire.
“Let me go!” I screamed as he extended his grip to my middle, holding me tight to himself. “What am I here for?”
I continued to struggle. “Leave me alone, you psycho!” Then, I added, “You callous, heartless, cold son-of-a-bitch!”
I tugged and clawed at his arm with all my strength. He didn’t budge or make a sound. Desperate, I shouted, fought, and shoved as the rain beat down mercilessly on both of us. My throat itched with all my screams that the rain swallowed up.
There’s no escape.
Not today.
I became silent, my pounding heart the only movement in my body.
Only then did he move.
He lifted me, carrying me toward the house.
He went up the stairs that led to my room and went further. Then we were entering a large room.
His room.
When he put me down in the bathroom, I shivered like a leaf, my teeth chattering.
