Page 34 of Bratva Prince
Of course, no fucking response. This shit was getting old. Someone had better answer me, damnit.
“Willow!”
Her head bobbed slightly, and I could hear a faint groan.
She’s alive! Holy shit, she’s not dead.
“Willow,” I cried out, my tone too eager for my liking. “Willow, can you hear me?”
“I-va…”
Well, that was almost my name.
“Willow, answer me goddamnit. I know you’re alive, so you’d better wake your ass up.”
Her head raised enough for her hair to part slightly to see her eyes. They were hazy, barely open, but theywereopen, even if they were only slits.
“Ivan,” she answered, her voice so low and raspy, I could barely hear it. “Where are you?”
Not a complete sentence, but making progress.
“I’m here. Can you see me?”
I waved my hands as close to her face as I could reach.
Her head swayed and bobbed like a newborn unable to hold steady. I called her name again and again until she was finally alert enough to face me.
“Ivan?” she asked again.
“It’s me. I’m right here.”
She looked around, taking in the wreckage, and when she realized she was stuck in a tree, panic flashed across her eyes. Her limbs flailed about as she cried out in fear, the cracking sound returning with every swing of her arms.
“Willow, calm down. I can get you down, but I’m gonna need your help. Can you do that?”
Stilling her body, she nodded frantically.
“Okay, do you see the buckle on your seatbelt?” When she nodded, I continued. “Okay, you’re going to need to release yourself from the seat, but don’t do so yet. The fall was ten feet for me, even higher for you. I’m not sure what injuries you’ve sustained, but if it’s bad, falling could make it worse.”
She nodded again, not daring to move an inch.
“I’m going to come closer, but when I do, there’s a chance the plane might fall from the tree. But if we time it right, I can get you out before it does. So, when I count to three, I want you to release yourself and I will catch you. Okay?”
“Okay,” she answered, her voice trembling.
“Alright, here we go.” I took a deep breath again, readying myself. “One. Two. Three!”
She released the buckle just as I stepped onto the plane, balancing myself on the back of her seat as I caught her body, heaving her up.
Because nothing can go in my favor, the plane reacted to my weight, and began sliding down the tree. I pulled her into my arms and hoisted us onto the nearest limb, hoping it could hold our sudden weight.
The plane held up fine, but the fucking limb snapped and sent us plummeting to the ground, me taking the brunt force of the fall.
Willow rolled out of my arms, groaning.
“The fuck are you groaning for?” I asked, the pain present in my voice. “I’m the one that hit the ground.”Again.
But she didn’t respond. She couldn’t.
