Page 22 of The Bratva's Hostage Bride

“Oh. Okay. That makes sense.” She settles back as we pull off.

My phone rings, and I take it out to answer it.

“It seems you have my men running all around for you today,” Kervyn says. Now you’re moving your little girlfriend into your estate.”

I switch to Russian. “For her own protection.”

My brother gives a short laugh. “As if. You and I both know that’s a load of shit.”

I glance at Hannah, who is looking at me nervously. “I have to go. Can we talk later?”

“Make sure you come past the house so we can talk.” He hangs up.

I put my phone away and smile. “Don’t look scared just because I can speak Russian.”

“It’s just… strange to hear you speak Russian. Your English is really good. You hardly have an accent.” She looks out the window, and I smile.

“I grew up in America, so I have less of an accent than other family members do,” I say. “Ah, thankfully, there’s hardly any traffic. We’ll be at the estate shortly.”

She watches out the window, and we fall into a strange silence. I want to talk, but honestly, I’m at a loss for words.

We reach the estate, and I climb out, clearing the way for her to get out. “Welcome to your temporary home,” I say.

She looks around, and her mouth is slightly open.

“I know I promised you a tour, but looking at the time, I should get going. Can I give you a tour when I get back? You’re welcome to explore on your own.” I smile and motion to my guards. “If you need anything, just ask Jonah here.”

A shorter, thicker guard than Monty steps forward. “I’m at your service.”

Hannah looks around and nods. “Okay. Can you take me to my room, please?”

Jonah nods and motions for her to go ahead. “I’ll direct you.”

I look at Monty. “Get the men to unpack her things. We need to get some work done. It’s later than I anticipated.”

Monty nods and gives the men the instructions, after which he gets the sedan for me.

We take a quick drive to the casino, and when I get out, I can see that at least the police presence is gone.

Some contractors are milling about.

I walk into the casino and look around. It’s noisy and dusty as workers replace the walls and ceiling and repair the floor.

“This is going to cost a pretty penny,” I comment.

“Hey kid, you can’t be in here,” someone shouts behind me.

I turn, and a little kid runs up to me, hands me an envelope, and runs out again before Monty can catch him.

I look at Monty and then slowly open the envelope. Inside is a clipping of red hair.

Hannah’s red hair.

I pull out the note and snort.

No Name, Fair Game.

“That’s so creative,” I groan. “And childish.” I hand the note to Monty. “Do you still have her ID?”

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