Page 55 of The Bratva King's Claimed Bride

“I do wish to complain,” I growl, striding out of her office and to the elevator. “This woman is going to be the death of me,” I mutter.

Musing over how I’m going to punish her, I step off the elevator once it reaches the ground floor, and I head through the staff exit behind the reception desk.

Everyone greets me politely as I pass, and I nod to them. I’m not stopping to chit-chat. I have a singular thought in my brain, and that is spanking my wife.

I walk out the back and look down at several delivery vans a couple of yards away. Arnia is there yelling at someone to be careful, or she’ll have his arms broken.

That’s my girl.

I walk toward her, intent on distracting her from the task at hand and taking her up to the suite to have my way with her.

I glance around as I walk, and in my glance, I notice a man standing near some stairs in a suit. He seems out of place, so I look back at him and recognize him instantly.

Luka Milov.

He’s staring directly at Arina. How he came to know about her, I don’t know, but I’ll be damned if he thinks he’s getting within an inch of her. A low, animalistic snarl issues from my throat, and I grind my jaw.

I turn and walk toward him, picking up my stride.

Halfway to him, he notices me, recognition flashing across his face, and quickly turns to take the stairs, two at a time, before exiting through a chainlink gate. I hurry up the stairs after him, but by the time I reach the gate, he’s nowhere to be seen.

Huffing, I take out my cell phone and dial Matvey.

“I’m sorry, Matvey can’t come to the phone right now,” a voice sneers as it answers.

I recognize the voice. It’s Liam’s.

I hang up and track my brother’s phone. It’s not far, but still within the resort's confines. I exit through the gate and follow the GPS coordinates until I hear scuffling. It’s also in a staff-only area, so no tourists will notice.

I take my suit jacket off and toss it aside before walking around the corner to four men ganging up against Matvey. Two are holding his arms, and two are kicking him. Wherever Liam is, he took off. I’ll get to him later.

“Get off him,” I growl.

“Igor Sidorov,” the larger one says. “Thanks for joining us. We were just chatting to your brother…”

Before he can complete his sentence, I tackle him to the ground and start punching him in the face.

I don’t have time for waffle.

I feel someone jump on my back, but I grab his arm and throw him forward over me. I get up and start kicking him in the head.

The two men holding Matvey seem unsure of what to do, and Matvey takes the opportunity to pull them together, so they hit their heads. As they let go of him, he gets up and knocks the one off his feet before he tackles the other one and starts beating him to a pulp.

My distraction with my brother costs me, and one of the men aims a well-timed kick to my face. I know I’m bleeding. The warm feel of blood dripping down my face is unmistakable.

I get to my feet and block another kick, punching the guy in the stomach.

Something hits me in the back of the head, and I take a tumble to the ground.

“Guards are coming. Get out of here,” I hear one of them shout.

“You’ll regret this,” I shout after them, holding my head. “Matvey, are you all right?”

“Yeah, no worse than usual,” I hear him spit as I get to my feet. My shirt is ripped and covered in blood, and I know I’m going to be covered in bruises. Matvey’s right eye is swelling shut and darkening already.

“It’s the Milovs,” I breathe. “I saw Luka moments before I found you.”

“No, those were not the Milovs. Those were the ones sent by Liam. He works for a rival family. I’ll find out who. Luka was here… for Arina.”

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