Page 31 of Plus-Size Bride Forced By the Bratva
The scent of iron was strong in the air, thick and unmistakable. She stood there, frozen in place, color draining from her face.
“You never should’ve opened that,” I said to her.
She yelped at the sound of my voice, almost jumping out of her skin.
I had to say, though, it was really satisfying to watch the scared little girl inside her reveal herself.
Not so tough now, are you?I thought to myself while still maintaining an unreadable expression. At least now I had something hilarious to fall back on whenever I wanted—the rare image of her scared face, saved at the back of my mind.
However, now wasn’t the time to gloat. Someone had sent another threat to my home, and it so happened that my wife was the one who received it.
My blood boiled with fury, and I felt the anger vibrating in my chest. I bit on the inside of my cheeks, refusing to let my mask slip.
Quietly, I closed the distance between us and took the knife from her hand—the note too. I put them back in the box and faced her. “Upstairs. Now.” The finality in my tone left no room for debate.
She obeyed immediately but soon halted halfway up the stairs. Ravyn looked back and asked, “Who sent it?”
I ignored her, picked up the package, and then headed out right after leaving a stern warning that stung more than I intended. “Don’t ever touch things that aren’t yours again.”
I shut the door behind me and walked out of the building. I didn’t stop, didn’t slow down until I reached my car, parked by the fountain. I yanked the door open and got inside.
For some reason, I felt like the whole thing today was off—I couldn’t explain how, but I couldn’t shake it either. I examined the bloodied knife, which could, by the way, meananything. The note was barely legible as most of the words and sentences were covered with blood stains.
However, two words stood out on two separate lines of the note.
Ravyn. Wife.
My jaw clenched at the realization that whoever had sent this now had their evil eyes on my wife. They’d noticed her and had clearly decided to make her a potential target.
These assholes were testing me. But they’d made a grave mistake thinking they could use her as leverage. I’d never had to worry about anyone because everyone I truly cared about was in the system with me and could protect themselves.
Ravyn, however, was not. This was uncharted territory for her, and it was my duty as her husband to keep her safe at all costs. She was in more danger than she realized, and that worried me more than it should.
This penthouse was a sanctuary; however, I couldn’t help thinking it might no longer be safe for her anymore. I could sense a storm coming, but no matter what, I wasn’t going to let anything bad happen to Ravyn.
Not while I still had breath in my lungs.
Chapter 15 —Ravyn
I hadn’t been able to get the incident from yesterday out of my mind. No matter how hard I tried, I always found myself remembering the bloodied knife and the note that carried my name.
Why me?
Ravyn. Wife.
Those were the two words I could read on the note, since the rest was covered in blood. Whose blood was that anyway? But the most important question was: Why was my name on that piece of paper?
I’d become a part of Lev’s world when I decided to accept the deal and marry him. Now, his enemies had marked me as a potential target. He didn’t just ruin my life when he proposed this marriage; he also put it in danger.
Before Lev, I had no business worrying about an assassin coming after me in my sleep. However, after that package yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking the worst.
What if this mansion were attacked by gunmen, and I got hit by a stray bullet? What if the person who sent that package decided to take a step further and ordered my kidnapping? Was this fortress enough to keep me safe?
Wait a second, was I even the target, or just some leverage Lev’s enemies thought they could use against him? If it was the latter, then they were in for a surprise because Lev didn’t care about me that much.
Targeting me to get to him was a complete waste of time and effort. It wouldn’t work on the man; it would work perfectly on my father, but not on Lev. He was incapable of worrying about anything that wasn’t his family business.
Those guys, whoever they were, had better find another way to get to Lev and leave me the fuck out of their enmity.
