Page 22 of Caught By the Bratva Boss

“Will do,” he says, taking the bike’s keys from me. “Go easy on her,” he shouts over his shoulder.

“Her ass is going to be so sore by the time I’m done with her. The poor thing won’t be able to sit comfortably for days.”

He laughs. “Don’t even pretend you’re not going to enjoy punishing her.”

I ignore him and get into the car. He’s right, though. My cock is already straining at my jeans at the thought of smacking Charlie’s sweet ass. Lucky for her, the Aston Martin doesn’t appear to have any lasting damage. I still can’t believe she’d had the guts to take it. While she’s still pouting and looking out the window, I call Jack, my on-call doctor, and ask him to meet me back at the house. Vadim gave me his name, and he’s become one of the most valuable people on my payroll. He’s a highly skilled doctor who almost lost his practice due to his inability to save a politician’s son, even though there was nothing anyone could’ve done. Most of his patients left him after his name was tarnished, but the kind of work I bring him guarantees that the wounded are nothing but extremely grateful for any help he gives them. I even outfitted one of the rooms in my basement so he could perform minor surgeries when needed. My men are valuable to me, and the last thing I want is to lose any of them because they can’t go to the hospital for a gunshot or knife wound. This will be his first house call for a sprained ankle, though. I’m guessing the surgery room won’t be needed.

After several more minutes of silence, Charlie finally asks, “How’d you even know I was gone or how to find me?”

Ignoring the last question, I open the app on my phone as we start across the bridge, holding it out to her so she can see the security camera feed. I laugh when she lets out a small gasp.

“You’ve been spying on me the whole time?”

“Of course. I’d be an idiot not to.”

“Wait, you can see the bathroom on here! You watched me in the bathroom?”

“Calm down. It’s not like I angled it so I could see the toilet.”

“Calm down?” Her voice rises to a shrill. “You can see the bathtub! Did you watch me take a bath?”

I steal a quick look at her, smiling at how red her cheeks are. “Do you mean did I watch you fuck yourself in my tub?” I laugh and say, “You put on a good show,zaichik.”

I didn’t think she could look any more pissed than she already is, but I was wrong. She looks like she’s about to close the distance and strangle me. I laugh even harder when I see her fist her small hands and huff out a breath.

“Just so you know, it’s a damn good thing I had a camera in there because you fell asleep in the tub. I saved your ungrateful ass from a very embarrassing death.”

I actually hear the sound of her clamping her mouth shut before she lets out a heavy sigh and slinks down in her seat. “I fucking knew it,” she mutters to herself. “I knew something was off that night.” Louder, she adds, “There’s no way in hell I just fell into that deep of a sleep from exhaustion. Did you fucking drug me?”

She answers the question before I even get a chance to.

“The tea. You bastard!”

I shrug and turn down the road that leads to my house. “I never claimed to be anything else.”

“What else did you do to me that night?”

The tone of her voice has me pulling to the side of the road so I can face her. “I don’t fucking rape women, little thief, and I don’t appreciate the insinuation.”

“Well, excuse me,” she says, and her sarcastic tone has me adding on a couple of sharp smacks to the spanking she’s about to get. “I didn’t realize the thug who’s been holding me prisoner has some moral standards.”

“Have I hurt you? Have I done anything to cause you harm in any way?” I smirk and add, “Bruising your ego doesn’t count.”

“You’re a jackass,” she says, giving me a glare and narrowing her beautiful eyes at me.

“I’ve been called a lot worse.”

I pull back onto the road and get us back in record time. I’m done playing nice with this little brat. It’s gotten me nothing except more trouble. Pulling into the garage, I get out and walk around to her side. She may talk a big game, but she and I both know that unless she wants to crawl into the house on her hands and knees, she’s going to need my help. The image makes me hesitate before opening the door. Watching her crawl before me would work wonders to improve my mood.

Knowing she’ll be pissed enough later, I go ahead and open the door and pick her up. She tries her best to keep her body rigid, but before I’ve even made it into the house, she’s softening against me, her body forming to mine like it was made for me. The house is empty when I bring her into the kitchen and set her on the counter. Ignoring the glare she keeps trying to give me, I carefully extend her hurt leg and grab an ice pack from the fridge and a hand towel from one of the drawers.

“Just relax,” I tell her when she starts to tense up. I lay the towel over her ankle to protect her skin from the cold and gently put the ice pack on top. “The cold will help with the swelling until Jack gets here.”

“Who’s Jack?”

“A doctor I trust. He’ll be here soon.” I look down at her, bracing my hands on either side of her, smiling when I hear her breath hitch. She’s so easy to read. I wonder if she realizes that. “Tell me what you thought about in the bath.”

Her eyes widen slightly before narrowing again. “I was thinking about an old boyfriend.” A smile plays at her lips. “Remembering some fun times we used to have.”

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