Page 22 of Used By the Merciless Bratva
I came back to stand by the window. Pushing the drapes to the side, the dark sky confirmed it was very early in the morning.
How many more mornings will I spend as a prisoner in this room?
A deep sigh escaped my lips as I let the drapes fall back to their place, and I moved toward the table by the wall, tracing the top with my fingers.
What exactly will happen to me?
Will the Yezhov Bratva decide to kill me since I won’t marry the man who killed my dad?
Will my colleagues at work try to find me when they discover I’ve been absent and unreachable?
The click of the door paused my thoughts. It was loud enough to let me know my mind wasn’t making it up.
The door opened, and Danil Yezhov walked in, papers in hand. He stopped a few feet away from the door, his cold eyes moving from where I stood by the table to the bed. In another black suit, he looked as good as he did the day before—maybe slightly better, given his neatly styled black hair that shone brighter than it had the last time I saw it.
“If you’re here for me to sign the marriage license, you can fuck off right now because I won’t do it,” I told him, folding my arms.
He barked out a sarcastic laugh that could have made me feel like an idiot had I not been angry.
“You underestimate me, Miss Wolfe,” he remarked, his voice cool as he brought the papers to the table beside me. “You will either sign them of your own volition, or I’ll make you.”
He dropped a pen on the papers, and that was when I saw that his name and signature were on the last page he turned up.
“I’d like to see you make me,” I fired back, craning my head to meet his eyes.
“Very well, then,” he uttered, his eyes not leaving mine as he took a flat plastic object out of his suit pocket and placed it on the table. He thumbed it open, and the cover fell to the side.
In the two seconds it took me to realize it was an ink pad, his left hand came around me, holding me to his side, while his other hand grabbed mine.
My resistance did nothing to stop him from pressing my fingers into the soft pad and filling the empty signature lines with my fingerprints.
It’s done.
“I know your name. I’ll just help you with that,” he stated.
“Fuck! Are you insane? Who forces someone into marriage in this day and age? Which fucking cave did you come out of?”
I need to tear the papers right now.
I tried grabbing the papers with my inked fingers, but he took them and held them up, well above my reach, taking his 6’2” height into account.
I was furious as I blinked back the stupid tears that stung my eyes. I clawed at his arms that held my body and kicked at him at the same time. He remained as still as a rock as I fought and struggled.
The door opened, and a man entered, standing by the doorway with a smile on his face and the doorknob still in his hand.
“Does the soon-to-be couple need some private time, or can I come in?”
Danil released me and stepped back immediately, taking the papers with him.
With a smirk, he told the guy at the door to come in.
“Who are you?” I asked the guy who opened the door wider.
Before he could respond, Danil spoke up. “He’s a Bratva soldier, and his name is Sava. He’s going to be your shadow from now on; you won’t be alone. His job is to keep you safe and secure.”
“Yeah, right,” I uttered, rolling my eyes at him. “Because that’s your utmost priority.”
He blinked but didn’t say anything as he turned toward the door. “Choose a pretty dress to get married in. It’s once in a lifetime, after all. Besides, I won’t have a tacky bride on my arm.”
