Page 127 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
I let her run, she won’t get far.
And she doesn’t as she slips on the tiled floor, her body crashing down with a thud. She curses before scrambling to get up and running again.
I take my time getting out of the shower and turning it off. I prowl after her into the bedroom.
She’s grabbed her dress from the floor and is holding it against her like a shield, those green eyes flicking around the room looking for the exit.
We both notice the bedroom door open at the same time. She bolts for it, but I’m quicker, and my legs are longer as I reach it first, shutting it, locking it.
She runs directly into my chest and hits me full force almost winding me.
“You motherfucking asshole, let me go,” she screams at me as her fists pound against my chest. She knows she is trapped, I can see the panic on her face.
I’m going to have bruises tomorrow.
Then she bolts away from me again before I have a chance to get a grip on her. She’s fucking slippery. The stupid woman jumps up onto the bed thinking it’s the best place to hide. She’s wrong. I stalk toward her then lunge, catching her leg as she tries to jump off the bed. Half her body hits the floor with a thud, and she lets out a groan, but I have her ankle.
I pull her back onto the bed.
She’s kicking and screaming, fighting me, but I can take it.
I cage her in, my heavy body pressed against her soft curves.
“Are you going to rape me?”
I still. “Never. Why the hell would you think that?”
She just laughs manically. “You’re one of Dmitri’s men, of course you will, it’s in your DNA. Just like it’s in his.”
I jump off her immediately. “I don’t rape women.” I may be a lot of things, but I’m not a rapist. I don’t need to force myself on a woman to have sex.
She rolls onto her back and props herself up on her elbows. “Well, then, you would be the first man I’ve met who doesn’t,” she sneers.
“Fucking clean yourself up and rest. We’ll be on the move again tomorrow,” I tell her, ignoring the insult.
“Whatever,” she says, rolling her eyes.
I make my way to the bedroom door where I open and slam it shut in frustration at her and the fucking situation I find myself in.
4
GRACE
Kill me now.
I throw up in the bucket for the millionth time.
“She’s too weak to go anyway.” I hear someone say.
“I want this woman out of my home. She’s a complication I’m not looking for,” an angry voice reacts.
“I’ll move her to my home then where she can get better care. Don’t want this complication to get in the way of your busy schedule.”
“You’re being a dick,” the angry voice bites back.
“And so are you.”
These are the last words I hear before I pass out.
