Page 44 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

The other voice, as always, objected.

Ignoring the chattering in my head, I increased my pace, my face still pointed at the ground as I hurried toward the woman, going in the opposite direction.

The collision was fast, and so was I.

“Watch it!” she hollered at me.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized before rounding a corner into another street.

Wow! You actually pulled it off. Congratulations. Now that you’re both criminals, you’re no better than Daniil.

The tiny voice spoke with palpable sarcasm.

I really can’t believe that I’m the voice of reason right now.

Again, I ignored the voice, staring at the phone I’d stolen from that innocent woman when I bumped into her. I really was sorry, but I needed it.

Daniil would definitely come after me, so I had to make a call as soon as possible.

Each time I mentioned his name in my head, images of his hands all over me, his lips on mine, and his cock inside me always had me stoned. I really had gotten so attached to him, and I needed to put an end to that.

As I crossed a road, struggling with the erotic images in my head, I was so distracted that I didn’t see the car coming until I heard the tires screech against the asphalt. My heart lurching, I stood in the middle of the road, frozen in place as the car’s headlights beamed at me.

I thought for sure that this was the day I would die, but the vehicle swerved to the sidewalk and came to a halt in front of a street lamp.

Under the flickering glow of the lamp, I realized it was a patrol car.

A heavy sigh of relief escaped from my lips. Never had I been so glad to see a cop.

The officer driving stepped out of the vehicle and walked up to me.

“What the hell, man!” he snarled at me.

Shit! He must’ve mistaken me for a dude.

“Officer, please help me….” I quickly flipped my hoodie off so he would see that I was a woman, a damsel in distress.

“Ma’am, what’re you doing out here in the middle of the road?” he asked, concerned.

“Please, you have to help me. I’m in danger. There’s a man that’s after me. He kidnapped me, and I somehow managed to escape, but I’m afraid that he’s going to find me—please, officer, you have to help me.” I held on to him, pleading vigorously. “I can’t go back there! He can’t get me back!” I forced myself to shed some tears.

“Ma’am, you need to calm down so I can understand what you’re saying,” he said, offering me a polite yet distant smile.

“No, no, no. You don’t understand. I’m in serious danger, officer!” I blurted out.

“Okay, alright.” He sighed. “Here’s what’s going to happen: You’re going to need to file a report immediately.”

“I’ll do that; just please get me out of here. Take me to your precinct.”

At that moment, I didn’t mind sleeping in a jail cell.

“It’s dangerous out here; get in,” he said, leading the way to his car.

I rushed behind him and entered the car before he drove off.

This officer was a godsend who’d come at the right time to help me with this situation. I sighed softly; finally, I was free. When I got to the station, I would be a lot safer, and I would call the people that I wanted to call.

Glancing at the phone in my hand, I realized I was lucky it had no password. I felt bad for stealing it from that woman, given that I wouldn’t be needing it anymore. I was in safe hands now; the cops were involved, so I should be fine.

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