Page 30 of Captured By the Bratva

“Okay,” she agrees, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can do that.”

We stand there for a moment, the night air cool and calming. I can see the exhaustion in her eyes, the weight of everything she’s dealing with. I step closer, taking her roughly by the elbow. “Let’s get you home.”

She nods, and we head back to the car, the earlier tension still lingering but slowly dissipating. “Get in,” I say gruffly.

“What about my car?” Violet asks.

I scoff. “You’re not driving home alone. One of the guys can take it back to the mansion.”

She parts her lips as if to argue—soft lips, full and tinted pink. I shake my head; it’s almost laughable that even now, I’m thinking about how good those lips would feel around my cock.

I almost laugh, but Violet’s curious look stops me. “Get in,” I repeat, and that’s that.

We get into the car and sit in silence, the tension from our argument still lingering in the air. I start the engine and begin the drive back to her house, my mind racing with thoughts of how to keep her safe. Every time I glance at her, I see the worry and exhaustion etched on her face, and it only strengthens my resolve.

As we navigate through the dark streets, I decide now is the time to tell her what I’ve been considering. The silence between us is heavy, and I can feel the weight of the unspoken words pressing down on both of us.

“I’ve decided on something,” I say, my voice breaking the silence.

She turns to look at me, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “What is it?” she asks, her tone cautious.

I grip the steering wheel tightly, drawing out the moment. “I was going to tell you in person later, but now seems like the perfect opportunity.”

She shifts in her seat, the suspense clearly getting to her. “Kirill, what is it?”

I take a deep breath, knowing the gravity of my next words. “You’re marrying me.”

Chapter Fifteen - Violet

The silence in the car is deafening as Kirill’s words hang in the air. My jaw drops, and I feel my heart race. What did he just say? My mind struggles to catch up with the enormity of his statement.

“You’re marrying me,” he repeats, his voice calm and steady. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigar, lighting it with a practiced ease. The smoke curls around him as he exhales, his demeanor unnervingly relaxed given the gravity of his words.

I blink, trying to process what I’ve just heard. “That’s not possible,” I finally manage to say, my voice shaky. “Why… why would we get married?”

Kirill takes another drag from his cigar, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “Because it’s the best way to ensure your safety,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “In a week, we’ll be married. That’s just how it’s going to be.”

I shake my head, the shock and disbelief swirling inside me. “Kirill, you can’t just decide something like that. Marriage isn’t a business transaction. It’s… it’s personal.”

He glances at me, his expression unreadable. “In our world, it’s both,” he replies, his voice calm and unwavering. “This isn’t just about keeping you safe now. It’s about long-term security. Being married to me will send a clear message to anyone who might think of coming after you.”

I feel a mixture of fear and anger bubbling up inside me. “You can’t just make decisions for me,” I say, my voice rising. “I’m not a piece of property you can claim.”

He takes another slow drag from his cigar, his gaze unwavering. “I’m not claiming you, Violet. I’m protecting you. There’s a difference.”

I stare at him, my mind racing. The thought of marrying Kirill, of being tied to him in such a permanent way, is overwhelming. “What if I don’t want to marry you?” I challenge, my heart pounding in my chest.

He looks at me, his eyes piercing through the smoke. “You don’t have a choice,” he says simply. “This is the best way to keep you safe, and it’s going to happen. Whether you like it or not.”

The finality in his voice sends a chill down my spine. I sit back in my seat, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind. How did my life get to this point? Marrying a Mafia boss for protection was never part of my plan, yet here I am, faced with a decision that’s been made for me.

As we drive in silence, the reality of Kirill’s words sinks in. He’s not asking. He’s telling. I’m left with no choice but to follow along. The weight of his decision presses down on me, and I know that my life is about to change in ways I can’t even begin to imagine.

The silence stretches between us, thick and heavy. My heart races as I try to process Kirill’s declaration. Marriage? To him? It feels impossible, surreal.

Finally, he exhales a plume of smoke and turns to me, his expression unreadable. “It’s a fake marriage, Violet. Only for six months.”

I blink, my mind struggling to keep up. “Why six months?”

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