Page 25 of Plus-Sized Bratva Prisoner

“What’s the problem?” I ask Oleg as his focus intensifies on me.

He steps closer and starts straightening my collar for me.

“Why are you doing this, Yefim? You know she isn’t suited to our world. She’s too young, too innocent. It’s a terrible idea.”

“You’re overthinking everything, Oleg,” I shrug.

“I’m not. I know something is going on. She isn’t in love with you. You didn’t manage to win the heart of someone like her,” he says coldly.

“Why the fuck not? Why can’t someone like me be loved by someone like her?” I snarl angrily, brushing his hand away from my collar.

He steps back, raising his hands in the air. “Yefim, all I’m saying is that I know something is going on, and I’m asking you—begging you—to be careful. You don’t even know her. You don’t know how she is going to handle it as she learns more and more about you. This is so risky. You aren’t known to take such risks. From Alexei, I would have said fine, I expect that from him—but not from you.”

Oleg is stressed. His shoulders are tense.

I feel bad for doing that to him, but also, I can’t stop any of this.

I want her.

I’m obsessed with her, and she is about to become my wife.

“Everything will be fine, Oleg. I promise you.”

He shakes his head.

“I’ll see you out there,” he says, walking towards the door.

I stand alone in the hotel room for a moment, processing everything.

Today is a good day for me.

I need to focus on the positives.

I pull my jacket on, straightening the sleeves, then take one last look in the mirror before I head out of the hotel, towards the church.

My mind is playing tricks on me, making me question if I’m doing the right thing for my family. If the risk I’m taking is putting them in some kind of danger.

These thoughts continue to plague me as I stand at the end of the aisle, staring at the closed church doors.

The organ begins to play, the guests stand, and the church doors open.

And every single doubt in my mind disintegrates.

Tia steps into the church, the white wedding dress flowing over her full, curvaceous figure, my eyes trying to take the vision of her in all at once.

She is so beautiful she has literally stunned me.

I’m staring like a mad man, a fool, the most ridiculous grin on my face as I realize that every single person in this church is seeing how gorgeous she is—and every single one of them knows she is going to be my wife.

Oleg, standing behind me, leans close and whispers, “You are playing with fire, brother.”

I don’t even bother responding. I don’t care what he thinks. I don’t care if there is a risk. I don’t care if the entire world burns to the ground.

I want her.

She walks towards me and it feels as though the entire world is moving in slow motion.

She is too perfect, too beautiful—so innocent—andmine.

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