Page 69 of The Bratva's Secret Twins

These guys just don’t want to give up! I screamed in my mind, frustrated by their determination.

Hate to break it to you, Viv, but they’re not going to stop. Daniil is here for you. I would suggest you face him and get it over with. You can’t win.

Now who’s not helping? the tiny voice countered my voice of reason.

By running away, you’re only delaying the inevitable. Mark my words, Daniil will not stop. And soon, you’re going to run out of gas.

I glanced at the gauge, and the voice was right; I was already running low on gas.

“Fuck!”

Face your fear, Vivian. You don’t really have a choice, anyway.

“No, no, I won't give up,” I muttered to that voice as I weaved through the streak of cars, my heart in my throat.

The road became a blur, a never-ending stretch of danger. I drove on pure instinct, my fear fueling my actions. I was a woman on a mission: to escape.

“I've escaped him before. I can do it again,” I said, blood rushing in my ears.

Suddenly, I saw my chance: a side street, empty and inviting. I took it, my tires screeching as I turned. The cars followed, but I had gained precious seconds.

I accelerated onward, the engine roaring as I sped away from my pursuers. Finally, I dared to look back.

I think I lost them.

I glanced again and again, but there was no sign of them.

Isn’t this too easy?

My voice of reason was still talking when I realized that this street was a dead end.

“Shit!” The exclamation escaped me softly.

In an attempt to hit the brakes, I panicked and took a wrong swerve, and the car careened out of control, heading straight for a street lamp. Time seemed to slow as I frantically tried to correct my mistake.

But it was too late.

The car crashed into the lamp with a deafening crunch, the bonnet crumpling like paper. Sparks flew everywhere, dancing like fireworks. My head snapped forward, hitting the steering wheel with a sickening thud.

Dazed and disoriented, I sat there, stunned. The airbag hadn’t deployed, and my head was throbbing in pain. I could taste blood in my mouth, and my vision was blurry.

As the reality of the situation set in, I assessed my injuries. My head was pounding, and my neck felt like it was on fire. I could feel a warm trickle of blood running down my forehead, and my left arm hung limp and useless.

I struggled to move, but a wave of agony washed over me, forcing me back into the seat. I was trapped, unable to escape the wreckage.

With blurry vision, I watched the cars pull up beside me, and then, I saw him step out of his car, fuming, a frown etched on his face.

I knew that I was in grave danger now, but my injuries, my pounding head, wouldn’t let me move.

Daniil yanked my door open and stood there, seamlessly unconcerned about my present situation.

“Get out!” he barked at me. “Get out of the fucking car!”

Gripped by fear, I forced myself out despite the aches all over my body.

He grabbed my neck, staring into my eyes. “Did you really think that I wasn’t going to find you?”

He was a real monster with no ounce of sympathy in him while he choked me as though he intended to drain the life out of me with his bare hands.

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