Page 20 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

Because I want this so badly, I will sweeten the deal. Appeal to your needs and wants.

I grin at her, Knowing she won’t be able to turn my offer down.

“But how about we do this. You marry me. Being my wife will afford you certain benefits. I can ensure you maintain a perfect GPA, and along with your excellent GPA, as soon as you graduate, I can give you a high-ranking position in this company. You will earn a lot more. Money you have probably only ever dreamed of. You will be able to pay your debts and clear your name. You will be able to quit your other jobs and focus on your career.”

“How do you know about my debts?” she mumbles, looking horrified.

“I know everything about you. Do you think I’d let someone get closer to me without looking into them? You’re an orphan. Alone in this world. You hardly see your friends because you work yourself to the bone to clear your mother's gambling debts, which you were burdened with when she died. Your dad is still alive—but you don’t know him at all. Would anyone even miss you if you disappeared?“

“That’s enough,” she snaps angrily.

She stands up, her shoulders back, her mouth pulled tight as she knits her brows at me. Her tiny fists are clenched tightly, threatening me, but I only find it amusing. She doesn’t stand a chance against me. She doesn’t know who she’s dealing with.

I always get what I want, little girl. And right now, I want you.

“What do you get out of this, Yefim? You aren’t just doing this to help me.”

“For me, having a wife with an education, a beautiful woman, giving the impression that I am a family man—it isvaluable. It sends the right message. It also adds to my cover.” I shrug, making shit up. None of that is technically true. People don’t care if I’m married or not, or who I date. They couldn’t care less, in fact. But I need her to think I’m gaining something out of this—something other thanher.

“Sends the right message to who?”

“My allies, my family, my enemies. The law. It just sends the right message. I don’t expect you to understand my world. But I do expect you to understand that you don’t actually have a choice in this matter. If you want to live, you have to marry me. I’ve added the other incentives to help you make the right choice, but the bottom line is, I am the only thing standing between you and death.”

I’m done discussing this. She will agree.

She shifts nervously, my words finally sinking in.

She believes me now.

She’s scared.

Her innocence is shining brighter than it ever has before as she tries to understand what is going on. Her entire world is changing in the blink of an eye.

The half-smirk that touches my lips is not one of malice, it’s one of triumph. I have her exactly where I want her, and I’m going to be able to call her my wife much sooner than I ever could have imagined.

She looks up at me, and I can see the resolve in her eyes—still tainted with disappointment and fear, but an acceptance has come over her.

She nods and bites her lower lip. I love it when she does that.

My body is becoming tenser with anticipation.

I’m eager to hear her say the words.

“Tia, you don’t have a choice,” I remind her again. “Marry me or die,” I add with a dark undertone.

The flash of panic that floods her eyes is satisfying to see.

Chapter 7 - Tia

I can’t sit anymore, my entire body feels like it’s filled with insects, crawling beneath my skin, eating me alive.

I stand up as fear and panic wash over me for the hundredth time, seemingly getting stronger with each wave.

I don’t know what to do.

I don’t know how to handle situations like this.

I’ve never been in danger like this. Not like this.

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