Page 52 of Owned Bratva Bride
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The attack hit just before dawn.
The invaders hadn’t gotten close enough to the house to trigger the alarms, but they had breached the east fence.
As I went downstairs, I instructed one of my men to check on Marielle.
She wasn’t in her room.
If they were Navarro’s men, she might be in danger.
That changedeverything.
The rain started again.
I was out with my men in seconds. Eyes scanning the woods for her, I caught one of the invaders running toward the back garden. My finger paused on the trigger when I heard him speak into an earpiece.
“I have eyes on her…. She mustn’t survive; she knows things. I get it.”
I heard her scream at the same moment I saw his knife.
I pulled the trigger, and he dropped to the floor with a hole in his head.
The fact that he even got close to her made me want to give him a slow death, but there was no time for that.
From what he said, Marielle must be somewhere in the garden.
That was safe, for now.
So I launched myself into action, blood splattering all around. Lucien’s men were more than my men, but they were no match for us.
“Make sure none of them escape!” I instructed my men, pointing to the bloody bodies on the floor.
I ran back to the garden.
I found her curled against a tree, pale and trembling.
But she’s alive. It’s all that matters.
I was almost too late.
She didn’t say a word as I lifted her into my arms and went back to the house.
I dropped her at the foot of her bed, looking away when she lifted her soaked dress over her head. She got under the covers, blinking like she was in a trance.
I stood there at the edge of the room, watching until her blinks slowed and her eyelids eventually drooped.
As I left her room, my men confirmed that Lucien’s men were all dead.
I didn’t bother trying to sleep; I went straight to the study.
The attack wasn’t for me. It was for her.
She knew things that the bastard couldn’t risk getting out. And he was ready to kill her for it.
She’s a threat to Navarro.
That meant one thing: He wouldn’t stop.
