Page 61 of Forced Bratva Wife

Nothing.

There was no way out back here, and I cursed. The front entrance I’d seen was the only way in or out. No wonder my father had chosen it. Slowly to a more stealthy walk, I stuck to the shadows at the edges of the long wall. I moved toward the front, hoping to remain unseen if I stuck to these areas of low light.

The few large windows I’d seen from my chair were coming up on my left, but they were so damn dirty that it was difficult to see anything through them, let alone a sign of Lev or his men sneaking around outside.

Still, I stood on my tiptoes, trying to get any notion of what was going on outside. There was a sliver of clarity, and from the angle I was looking, I could see part of the area in front of the building, but it wasn’t enough.

I had to keep going forward.

Using every bit of dexterity I didn’t have, I crept closer to the front, staying in the darkness as best I could. Voices tickled my awareness as I got closer, and when I found a suitable spot to stop and listen, I could hear my father’s voice.

“What do you mean she’s not in the fucking chair?! Find her!”

The group of men surrounding him dispersed, leaving him completely isolated for the first time since I arrived. He certainly wasn’t unarmed, which was likely why he allowed it, but this could be it. This could be my chance to run past him.

As I stood waiting for the right moment, another noise crunched into existence—the sound of shoes on the gravel just past the metal wall in front of me. My breath hitched as my heart rate tripled.

Lev?

Slinking forward a few more feet, I stepped just to the side of the front door, which was propped open on the opposite side. My father was only a handful of feet away from me, still unaware of my presence in the dark, and then walking up to the entrance with purpose was Lev.

I had to go. I had to try this now before my father shot him.

And it doesn’t matter if he hurts me.

But I still wanted to give myself a better chance than this. Looking around the ground, I spotted a loose chunk of concrete. My fingers shook as I stooped slowly to pick it up. As I returned to standing, I looked for a good spot a few more feet back behind my father.

I’d never been much of a sports person, but I aimed and chucked the thing as hard as I could, hoping like hell it went farther than two feet in front of me. A loud tumble echoed where it landed, and my father’s attention was momentarily pulled away.

Now, Parker. Go now!

I hurried around the corner, heading for Lev, and tried to stay as quiet as I could with each step. Lev’s eyes flared when they landed on me, and I was closing the distance between us. He was just past the open door. Just a few more steps, and I’d be there.

My foot hit a piece of broken glass, invisible on the ground thanks to the shitty lighting, and it crunched. Shit!

I gave the run everything I could, no longer caring about how quiet I was. I was inches from the threshold.

“Parker.” Lev’s voice was quiet but desperate as he tried to dash toward me.

And then a set of hands grabbed each of my arms, hauling me backward. I landed hard against the person behind me, smashing into their chest, and a familiar smell entered my nose—alcohol and cheap cologne.

No.

“Now, now. Where do you think you’re going, little bitch?”

Chapter 27 - Lev

Fuck.

My brain was scrambling as I took in the new scene in front of me. Pavel had Parker in his grip. She’d tried to get to me. Hell, she almost had, but then that damn glass had broken beneath her boot, and Pavel had spun around to see her running past him.

I couldn't fathom how she had managed to get this far, or escape whatever restraints they had used. Parker's appearance was a testament to the struggle she must have endured. Her knee was dripping blood down her shin, her shirt had splotches of the stuff at the neck, which I tracked back to the faint pink staining her lips and chin, and her wrist was mangled.

The fury that boiled through my blood was the hottest yet looking at her like this, and I instinctively flew forward.

“Ah, ah, ah.”

Pavel yanked Parker to the side, his hand going to his belt as he retrieved a Glock and put the muzzle to her head.

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