Page 14 of The Bratva's Kidnapped Bride

“Whatever,” Camilla said with a wave of her hand. I hated her long artificial nails, but then again, I hated everything about her. Everything about her was fake, from her behavior to her lips, long hair, breasts, and ass. Darn! I’d never seen anyone faker than she was.

“Is there a reason why you came here unannounced?” I could barely hide my annoyance as I spoke to her.

“Why do I need to make an announcement to see my fiancée?”

One more thing I hated was how delusional she was. “I am no longer your fiancée, Camilla.” I’d broken off my engagement to her six months ago after I found out she was fucking her gym instructor. I may have only agreed to marry her because of the deal I had with her dad, but cheating was something I’d never do, even to a woman as annoying as she was.

Camilla flew to Chicago shortly after with her gym instructor without showing any remorse for the shit she did. I was able to find them, and while normally I would have killed the damned instructor for touching what was mine, I’d never really considered Camilla my woman and so I didn’t bother getting his dirty blood on my hands. Although, I’d made sure he never got to use his dick again, simply because he’d crossed boundaries by fucking my fiancée.

“Baby.” She made a pouty face that disgusted me even more. “I made a mistake, and I’m sorry, alright? Can’t we just make up and put the past behind us?”

Standing here with her was exasperating and the fact that she’d still never apologized but walked into my home to get me back was even more annoying. “Don’t come to my home again if that is all you came to say, I don’t have time for this shit.”

“Baby—”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” My voice was calm but edging with spiteful venom. “Shut the door on your way out.” Her brown eyes watered but I didn’t give a fuck, I turned my back on her and started back to Adrienne’s room.

“Is this because of that fucking Paolo whore?”

Her question halted me in my track, “The next time you call her a whore will be the last time you’ll have a tongue,” I said without turning back to look at her.

“Isn’t that a bit rude?” Adrienne’s voice came from the stairs; I hadn’t even noticed her standing on them. She was looking directly at me as she descended the stairs. “Calling a woman you barely know a whore, I mean, isn’t it rude?”

She brushed past me and all I could think of was how well my shorts and sleeveless tee fitted her. She’d curled her hair into a bob, and I could bet all my ill-gotten money that she naturally smelt like strawberries. I swiveled to steal more glances at her as she walked to Camilla.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Adrienne Paolo.” She stretched her hand out to shake Camilla’s, but Camilla scoffed and slapped her hand away. Adrienne smiled psychotically and then withdrew her hands to herself.

“I know who you are,” Camilla spat spitefully. “Some call you morte, but I think you are just a whore.”

“Am I?” Adrienne’s psychotic smile widened, making her look crazy as fuck. I really considered calling the psychiatric ward just in case, and maybe I was just as psychotic because I liked that crazy, killer-witch expression on her. “I think I prefer being called morte.”

“Well, whore.” Camilla closed the space between her and Adrienne so that the fabrics of their clothes were rubbing against each other. They would have been the same height if Camilla wasn’t wearing an eight-inch heel. “I have something you might want to know.” She leaned in and whispered something into Adrienne’s ear.

Curiosity spread all over my body. Camilla was messed up and I had no idea what shit she was saying to Adrienne, but I couldn’t interfere, or maybe I didn’t want to.

Camilla finished talking to Adrienne then moved back and laughed like she was demented while Adrienne still wore a firm expression, which I couldn’t interpret to be shock, anger, or anything else.

“So.” Camilla started to fix something invisible on Adrienne’s tee. “Be a good little whore and keep Andrei entertained.” Amusement beamed on her face as if she’d just won a battle.

“Didn’t he say the next time you called me a whore would be the last time you had a tongue?” Adrienne didn’t look at me, yet I felt as if she’d called me incompetent and unable to keep to my word. “Say that word to me just one more time, and I will rip your tongue out myself.” Something about the way she said it made me feel she was really going to do it, and Camilla must have felt it too because her beam faded instantly. She gave me a brief glance before taking defeated steps out of the foyer.

Adrienne waited for Camilla to be completely out of sight before she spun around to face me. “How did you earn your reputation if you’re all threats and no action?” She shook her head mockingly.

This woman had guts too big for her, and I didn’t like how she challenged me one bit. Why was I letting her get away with it? “You’d be dead by now if I chose to keep to my words.”

“But I’m not, which still means only one thing,” Her smile twisted to one side of her face crookedly. “I’d truly kill you if I made a promise like that.”

“Then why didn’t you?” I asked, taking slow, steady steps to her. “Why am I not dead?” I waited for her to deny ever wanting to kill me, but she did not. Instead, she instinctively paced backward with each step I took until she hit the wall behind her.

“You’re still alive because I am letting you live.” Her breath was rough as I pressed my body on hers, imprisoning her between the wall and myself. “You do not have my permission to die until I get what I want from you.”

Her gray eyes were blinking up at me, her cheeks were red like burning metal. I cupped her face with my hand. “Do you know why I let you live, malysh?”

She shook her head gently, her gaze still locked with mine.

“I’ll tell you.” I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her close till my dick was straining against her leg. I was hard and I was certain she could feel it. “I let you live because there is so much more I want to do to you before I kill you. There are so many positions I want to see you in, and you can’t die until I hear you scream my name,” I said, whispering into her ears as my lips brushed them.

Her breath grew ragged as if she was on fire inside, her eyes refused to peel away from me, and from her silence, it seemed I’d finally managed to leave her dumbfounded. I took my lips to hers very slowly and her eyelids fluttered shut as she probably anticipated my kiss. From the way her chest was rising and falling rapidly, I could tell she was palpitating, pumping with sexual hormones. Too bad I couldn’t hear the pounding of her heart.

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