Page 17 of Knocked-Up Bratva Prisoner

The sound of the road changes from pavement to gravel. I tense.

My entire body goes rigid.

Are we close?

Are we at our destination or is this just another corner and another long road?

When the music goes softer, I know we are finally where we’ve been headed.

Wherever that is.

The car stops, and a minute later the engine turns off.

The silence is so sudden that my ears feel like they're going to pop from the pressure and weight of it.

I listen, wait, hold my breath.

Heavy footsteps move around outside, crunching on the ground.

The boot opens, and every plan I had, every idea or notion of running, just freezes in my head.

“Alexei?” I say in a heavy whisper, the word barely making it out of my mouth.

“We still have a bit to go. I thought you might be more comfortable in the front of the car.”

“Is this a joke?”

“Is what a joke?” he says calmly, staring down at me laying in the trunk.

I push myself up and try to sit up, but he grabs my arm. “Don’t get any ideas," he warns me.

“Is this a fucking joke? Did you just fucking kidnap meagain?” All of my panic has turned to anger. What the fuck kind of game is this?

He reaches into the trunk and lifts me out, my bare feet landing on the cold, damp ground. We are pulled off on the side of the road, massive trees looming over us.

“Alexei, this isn’t funny. Take me home right now,” I snap.

I make a move to run and he grabs my arm again, this time harder. He yanks me up against his body and growls into my face. “Don’t test me, little fox.”

I gasp at how angry he looks.

My insides freeze up in a moment of fear.

He reaches into the trunk and pulls out some rope. Then, grabbing my wrists, he begins to tie them together behind my back.

Tears start running down my cheeks again as I come to the conclusion that this is not a joke. He is really kidnapping me.

“Why are you doing this? Did my uncle do something again?” I sob.

“No,” he says blandly.

“Please tell me why.”

He lifts me in his arms and carries me to the passenger door, tossing me inside the car, then slamming the door behind me.

I wriggle against the restraints.

They are too tight, cutting into my wrists.

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