Page 22 of Forced By the Bratva

I continued eating, but I soon began to feel her absence. I turned to the wall clock at the side of the living room, sighed deeply, and faced my food again. I tried to concentrate on eating, but I found myself glancing at the clock repeatedly.

I was tired of waiting for her to return while staring at the clock. I could not even continue eating. I placed my fork on my plate and stood.

I walked toward the kitchen and met Jenna, who held her phone securely in her hands and placed it beside her ear.

She smiled genuinely as she whispered to someone over the phone. I hoped to listen to the conversation, but she stopped talking immediately after I arrived and began to listen.

I wondered why she had to stop talking right as I walked in. I stayed by the corner and watched as she continued smiling. Her fingers were placed on the fridge as she tapped it continuously.

I bit my lower lip and clenched my fist. Who the fuck was she talking to, and why was she smiling that much? I wondered if it was a man and what kind of relationship they shared.

She hadn’t smiled so much at me since I met her.

I began to consider tracking her phone. Would that be paranoid? I realized that I was obsessed with Jenna. It was unusual but intense.

Jenna turned around and saw me staring at her. The smile on her face slowly disappeared as she put her phone down. After she dropped her phone, I walked toward her, and when I got close to her, she began to move backward.

Whenever I took a step forward, Jenna took two steps backward. We continued that way until her back touched the counter.

She was breathing heavily as I stood in front of her and placed my hand on the wall beside her head. She turned to stare at my hand and slowly looked away.

“Who were you talking to?” I asked, not mincing words.

She looked up at me slowly. She opened her mouth and shut it again. I could tell that my question made her speechless, but I didn’t mind.

“Who were you talking to on the phone?” I repeated the question but made sure it came out more clearly this time. At the same time, I raised a questioning eyebrow.

“My friend,” she replied quickly. “My best friend, Violet.”

I stared intensely at her, and she quickly lowered her gaze to the floor. I could hear her breathing heavily, and her body began to tremble.

I grabbed her by the apron and pulled her sharply, causing her to gasp in fear.

“You belong to me, Jenna,” I growled in her ear. “I will never tolerate you with another man, not even a friend!”

Jenna shut her eyes tightly as I spoke.

“Understood?” I asked, and she nodded.

“Say it!”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Now say after me,” I told her.

She trembled.

“I belong to you and would never be with any other man—not even a friend!”

She repeated the words, and I felt satisfied as she said them.

Chapter 13 - Jenna

A few days had passed since the encounter in the kitchen with Feliks, which left me trembling in fear and kept me on my toes for the next few days.

I would serve him dinner carefully and with almost shaky hands so as not to upset him. Sometimes, I would intentionally stay back in the kitchen for hours doing dishes till he returned to his room because I feared having any further encounters with him that could end up scaring me. I’d always thought that, despite his stern glares and how rigid he was from the outside, he at least had a warm side to complement it, but it had all been a mirage; that event ended up proving me wrong and had kept me walking on eggshells around him.

I’d even become careful answering calls whenever he was around because I didn’t want him to get upset with me again. It was hard to forget the terrifying look on his face when he approached me like that and how scared I had been.

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