Page 49 of Owned Bratva Bride
“I’ll tell you what, because you’ve been so cooperative, we won’t make it as painful as intended.”
My mother’s eyes met mine.
Then they moved.
I knelt there, unmoving.
“They stabbed her and left her to bleed out,” he revealed. “13 fucking knife wounds!”
My mother’s eyes moved again.
I realized she was telling me something.
She looked down before looking at me again.
Her eyes moved to the left.
The only thing on the left was the door. The door that led out of the house.
She was asking me to go.
Hell if I did!
“But that won’t be your lot. To be honest, seeing his face when he watches this video is worth it to me. He’ll rush home, telling himself he can still save you. Only to find you dead,” he revealed.
My body shook as I prayed to the powers that be for my father to arrive now. Or his men.
The rambling guy stepped in front of my mother.
Right in front of my eyes, he dug a knife into my mother’s stomach. She brought her hand to cover her mouth, but her tear-filled eyes showed her pain.
Her eyes signaled to the door again, with urgency and even anger.
But that wasn’t what made me run away.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran away from the feeling of helplessness.
My mother’s scream sounded again.
I didn’t stop running until I got to the dogs’ cage.
“Go inside. Play,” I instructed the three dogs as I opened the door.
Although the dogs killed one of them and my father completed the job weeks later, nothing could bring my mother back.
She would have been alive if she weren’t my father’s wife.
My teenage self vowed to never put any woman in that position. Ever.
My phone’s vibration brought me out of my thoughts.
“Ivan.”
“Boss. We’re done. They just left.”
“Okay.”
“Do we wait for you here or head back?”
