Page 48 of Forced Bratva Wife

“He always had appointments there. Every weekend. Maybe he wasn’t just getting a massage.”

The tension screwing up Lev’s features softened, and he chuckled, taking my chin and squeezing it lightly.

“It’s not nothing. I’ll pass it on to the Trinity.”

I cocked a brow. “The what?”

He actually laughed at that. Lev’s smile stretched, and my chest warmed at the thought of having pulled him from the darkness, even if just a tiny amount.

“The men we were just meeting with. They’re called the Unholy Trinity.”

My eyes flared, the name extremely appropriate and adding to the unsettling nature of their group. “That’s…Christ, the Unholy Trinity, huh? Not subtle.”

“Ha, no, they’re not.” He stole a bit of the food in front of him for the first time, which had to be cold by now. “But they are trustworthy, and they can get a job done. Any job.”

“So,” I took a sip of my tea, “is the trinity thing just because there’s three of them, or…?”

Lev nodded. “That, and because they each play a role—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Ivan, aka Father Wraith, is the leader and gets his hands dirty to prove it. Abram, aka Sinful Son, is the second. He didn’t speak today, but his reputation for infiltrating a family between the legs of their women is infamous. And Vladimir, aka Unholy Ghost, is the third. No one on this earth can disappear like he can, and he’s more than willing to do it to anyone else, too.”

My mouth had fallen open as Lev spoke. I was just in shock that people like them existed. They sounded like boogeymen out of fairytales or something.

“Well, I hope—”

Ring, ring, ring.

Lev’s phone went off on the table, and he picked it up, standing with a look that asked me to wait there. I watched him head to the back, deeper into the kitchen. I couldn’t hear any of the conversation, but I saw Lev’s expression. And despite my work to improve his mood, Lev was furious again.

“Dammit!” He shouted loud enough for me to hear, gripping his phone so hard I thought he might crack it.

His head fell back with a sigh, and then he was on the phone again. It was a much shorter call, and like that, two men of his came in through the front door and met us at the table behind the curtain.

Standing up myself, I walked over, meeting Lev halfway to the table.

“What’s going on?”

Gripping my shoulders, Lev looked over my head to his men. “Take her back to the house and get me another car.”

I shook his hands off, glaring at him. “The house? Lev, what’s happening?”

He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “Your beloved father has made another move. I’m needed at the Vadim family house.”

“The Vadim house? Not yours?” My head spun.

“No. My cousin’s. He’s head of all operations. Striking against him…It wasn’t fucking smart.”

My eyes widened. “Strike. Did he hurt people? Is anyone there injured?”

The pulse in my neck was flickering, and I could feel that gnawing tension build in my muscles that accompanied a major emergency.

Lev stepped back slightly, his gaze roaming as a clear reaction to his frustration. “I’m sure there are. I need to leave. Go with them back to the house.”

“No!” I shook my head, planting my feet. “I’m not leaving people who are hurt when I have the medical training to help.”

“Absolutely not, Parker.” Lev glared down at me. “There could very well still be some of his men there. I’m not risking your safety.”

“What about the safety of your family?”

He groaned. “If you’re that concerned I can send for you when the place is cleared. But right now, you need to go home.”

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