Page 83 of Arranged Bratva Virgin

“I want to speak to your boss.” I demand loudly.

The guy wanders over to me, dragging his feet as though he has all the time in the world.

“What makes you think I’m not the boss?” he sneers.

I crack up laughing. “Oh please, you? Let’s be honest. You don’t look stupid enough to kidnap me.”

“What the fuck? I did kidnap you, and what has being stupid got to do with it?”

“Do you know who I am, pretty boy?” I grin, tilting my head to the side.

“Napoli. You’re his wife. Don’t really care what your name is, but I know you are a Napoli.”

He snorts in satisfaction as though having the right answers gives him power.

“And who was I before I was a Napoli?”

“Who gives a fuck, bitch? Some street whore, for all I care.” He shrugs, agitated with the fact that this conversation seems to be going nowhere for him.

“Dubrov.” I say, smiling sweetly.

“Hah. Nice fucking try.” He laughs, but I see the men around him beginning to shift nervously.

“Dubrov? She can’t be?”

“Did we just kidnap a Dubrov?”

“No way, man, the boss ain't that stupid.”

“Fucking hell. If she is a fucking Dubrov I’m not staying here.”

The men are starting to panic.

“Just fucking stop panicking. I’ll call the boss. She’ll come and set this straight. That bitch is just trying to freak you out.”

He walks away from us with the phone pressed against his ear.

He paces up and down and kicks at the ground. He looks pale. His mouth goes tight as he speaks. He nods. Then he slides the phone back into his pocket.

When he walks back towards us, he doesn’t look happy at all.

“The boss is on the way,” he snaps.

“Is it her?” someone asks from behind me.

“Shut and do your job. I don’t want to hear another word about Dubrovs.”

I grin. He knows. And whoever is running this show is now on their way here, which makes me very happy. At least I get to figure out what the hell is going on.

Not fifteen minutes later Reina arrives, looking arrogant and pleased with herself. She strides in wearing heels that are far too high for work and pants so tight they leave nothing to the imagination.

“Reina, so nice to see you again,” I say, my voice thick with sarcasm.

“I don’t know who you think you are, sweetheart, but your name means nothing here. I am in charge here. I run this show. Do you understand? You mean nothing.”

“If I mean nothing, then why did you go through so much trouble to kidnap me?”

She pulls her mouth tight and glares at me.

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