Page 49 of Kidnapped Prisoner By the Bratva
When he didn’t find her there, he rushed out of the room, glanced both ways, and then withdrew his phone.
I watched him from my secret spot with clenched fists and a tight jaw. He stared at his lit screen as if waiting for the livefeed to reveal her movement. Seconds later, he sprinted as if he’d already spotted her.
From my monitor, I saw exactly where she was headed, and he was right behind her. That was my cue, and I didn’t waste any more time before rushing to her rescue.
I killed Luka myself—beat him to death with my bare hands. Betrayal was unforgivable, and he knew that when he turned on me. The man had worked with me for years, and I trusted him more than anyone else in this world because he earned it.
This was a man who took a bullet for me, risked his life on several occasions to keep me safe. Yet, a little misunderstanding, and he turned on me without thinking twice. He attempted to kill Wren when she was just an ordinary prisoner in my mansion. He failed and tried again when she was my wife.Mywife!
How dare he betray me like that?
If he had fuckin’ problem with the girl, why didn’t he bring it to my notice? Not that it would’ve changed my mind anyway. But at least, I might have let him see things from my own point of view.
But no. He did no such thing.
Instead, he decided to work with the council against me. His actions only proved one thing: His loyalty was never with me. It was with the Bratva. He only protected me because I was a Bratva leader. So, the second I turned against the council, I became a threat to him.
Luka was dead. Yes. But this was far from over.
He was just the tool, the muscle behind last night’s attempt on my wife’s life. Luka was the one who nearly pulled the trigger. Figuratively. Meaning, the one who pointed the gun, the brain behind all of this, was still out there.
My money was on Akim.
Wren’s body moved on the mattress, her groan snapping me out of my thoughts. I blinked back to reality, my gaze settling on her as she wiped the back of her palms over her eyes. She adjusted, sitting with her back against the headboard.
“Morning,” I said, my gaze unwavering.
She squinted, her expression shifting from soft to dark. Her hair was a mess, locks tangled in one another, and her skin glistened in the morning sun streaming in through the windows. She looked absolutely stunning, and her beauty stirred up a flutter in my chest.
With the way she glared at me, I knew there was an impending argument about to break out any moment now.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
“How do you think I’m feeling?” she began, her voice low but venomous.
Alright, here we go.
She continued, “I almost got killed last night. Again.” Her eyes bore into mine, anger etched on her face.
“Will you just calm down?”
“Calm down?!” she snapped, furious. “Are you kidding me right now?!” Wren hopped out of bed and rose to her feet.
“You knew this entire time that one of your men was compromised—that one of them was after my life, and you said nothing!”
“I was trying to protect you!”
She let out a sarcastic laugh, her hands flailing wildly. “Wow, you’re really doing such a fantastic job at that, now aren’t you?”
“You’re still alive,” I said, as calm as I could be.
“You’re just saying that so you’ll somehow feel less guilty for putting me in danger!” she yelled, throwing her arms around in frustration.
“I’m trying here, Wren.”
“Bullshit!” she lashed out. “The only reason you have to even ‘try’”—she air-quoted the word—“is because you’re the reason why I’m in this mess in the first place!”
I was still calm, even though by now, anger was starting to brew within me.
