Page 6 of Owned Bratva Bride
I sipped my drink.
Is Lucien really making us leave to avoid someone?
What if she finds us here and things get rough?
Kat will say she warned me when I get attacked by a violent woman.
“It’s time to leave,” Lucien informed, appearing beside me again. “You’ll go first. My men will accompany you.”
I nodded, too interested in leaving to ask for an explanation.
“I’ll be with you shortly,” he uttered as I walked past him.
I gave him no response as I followed the two guards.
I noticed two men dressed in dark suits like Lucien’s bodyguards standing in front of a hallway ahead. They weren’t there earlier.
One of them locked eyes with me. I frowned, moving closer to Lucien’s bodyguards.
The guard to my right suddenly muttered, “Mierda!” His hand moved to his waistband just as one of the other men sent him to the floor with a blow.
I thought of running back to Lucien and away from the chaos, but I knew I wouldn’t get there fast enough. I screamed as a rough hand grabbed my arm. Twisting violently, I elbowed him with all my might. His retaliating hit made the side of my face hot.
I heard him say something in a foreign language; the cadence told me the hidden meaning.
I’m in trouble.
The last thing I saw was a cloth pressed to my nose and mouth.
And then—
Darkness.
Chapter 2 – Eduard
“They’re done packing up, Boss,” Ivan informed, rushing over to where I stood.
Being the biggest authority in this particular port might be enough to guarantee smooth shipment, but the Bratva never takes chances. There were practically no hiccups we couldn’t handle—or ask someone to—but preventing them in the first place was an aspect of diligence we never neglected. Besides, this shipment was special. There was no second thinking about my decision to oversee it myself, physically.
“Of course. Took them long enough,” I remarked, crossing the distance between the mini warehouse entrance and the car. “Send a copy of the manifest to Danil.”
“On it already.”
Good.
If there was anything I valued in my men aside from loyalty, it was mental speed. The ability to think on their feet. And Ivan was proving to have more and more of that with each passing day.
Not that I’d give him an award for it, but it was good to know.
I gave the crowded street a quick glance before getting into the car.
More of my men got into the car right in front of mine as Ivan turned around to the driver’s side.
“Any stopovers, Boss?” Ivan inquired once he shut the door beside him.
“No.”
“Straight to the airport,” he spoke, clearly instructing his colleagues through his earpiece.
