Page 31 of Arranged Bratva Virgin

I take her hand, and despite her initial hesitation, she wraps her fingers through mine. She is my wife, and in public, I expect her to behave like it.

We walk into the warehouse, which is in disarray.

My men are rushing around, trying to pull the crates into some kind of order, trying to help the people who were hurt during the attack.

I head straight over to the floor manager.

“Rickie, I had no idea it was this bad.”

“Sorry sir, I would have told you, but you said you would call me back.”

Shit, right, I did.

“Okay, well, update me. What is going on?”

Darya moves closer to me to listen to everything he is saying.

“They came in through the left side entrance. About six men wearing masks and vests. They opened fire immediately, didn’t have much to say. They shot their way through the workers and went straight for the new products. Once they secured a path, they had another team come in and grab some of the crates before they tossed a small explosive into the rest of them.”

“Fuck.”

“Yes, that about sums it up.”

Darya interrupts. “The injured men, where are they?”

“At the moment, we are still trying to pull everyone together to help out. We’ve set up a makeshift medic bay in the lunch area, and we’ve moved some of the men in there.”

“Alright, well, let’s get to work getting everyone comfortable. I will call our family doc as well and have him come out here to help. Then we need to start getting the really badly injured people to the hospital.”

Rickie glances over at me, looking confused.

“Rickie, this is my wife, Darya, uh, Dubrov-Napoli.”

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry I didn’t introduce myself, I didn’t know. I mean, I knew there was going to be a wedding, I guess—"

“Don’t worry about it at all. Let’s help these guys. Will you show me where I can find some first aid kits?”

“Of course, follow me. So far no one is injured enough to need to go to the hospital. We also have an in-house doctor here, and he has done the basics, like stitches, where needed.”

I follow behind them, slightly bewildered at how efficiently she took control of involving herself in this chaos. I thought I was going to have to be babysitting her while I tried to sort things out. I also did not actually expect it to be this bad. I had no idea they had used such an amount of force to break in. I guess I should have been paying more attention to the phone call and less attention to trying to hide it from Darya.

While she is busy gathering what she needs from the medical supplies, I run over the products that were taken and destroyed. We're going to suffer a hefty loss because of it.

“Okay, well, when we have everyone safe and taken care of, we can sit down and deal with that. For now, let’s try help everyone and clean up this mess.”

Rickie nods and heads back out to the warehouse. I turn to ask Darya what she plans to do, but she is already gone.

What in the world?

I grab a first aid kit and rush out of the room.

Darya is kneeling on the floor next to one of my workers. She grabs someone’s jacket from the floor and rolls it into a makeshift pillow. I can’t take my eyes off her.

She speaks gently to the man, who is clearly in pain with a massive gash on his left leg where the explosion must have sent a shard of something through the air with force.

She is gentle and patient when she speaks to him, and in no time at all he looks calmer.

She cuts a piece of his jeans away from his leg and works to disinfect and then wrap the wound until the doctor can get to him.

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