Page 26 of Knocked-Up Bratva Prisoner

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I couldn’t actually walk all the way back to town. I knew how far it was. I knew it was cold and dark. But I had to try.

And I failed.

I also hate the fact that it is warm in the car, and I am actually relieved he came and found me. My one foot is aching so badly and definitely bleeding again. My feet are both freezing cold and I’m hungry.

I glance over at him. The profile of his face just visible in the dimly lit night.

Alexei isn’t talking. He is focused on the road ahead, quietly contemplating something he isn’t sharing.

I imagine he’s pissed off with me for escaping again.

I fold my arms across my chest, a gesture to show him that I’m annoyed but also because I’m cold.

We pull up into the driveway of his forest mansion and I wait for him to get the door that I can’t open from my side because of the stupid child lock.

I’m about to step out of the car when the door swings open, but instead he leans in and wraps his arm around me.

Without a word he lifts me back over his shoulder and I scream in anger.

“I can walk.”

“I’m not taking any more chances with you, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that,” I snap, flopping my body over his shoulder to try and be as heavy as possible and annoy him so that he puts me down, but he doesn’t even seem to notice.

He carries me into the garage. Scratching around in a drawer, he pulls something out, then carries me into the house.

Up to the room.

And tosses me back onto the bed.

Leaning over me, he pulls off my wet and muddy socks and dries my feet with the towel that is still at the foot of the bed. “Really, Clara.” He sighs when he sees he has to redo the bandages. I purse my lips and roll my eyes. What did he expect? That I was going to just sit here and let myself be kidnapped?

I sit with my arms folded across my chest as he works quietly. Replacing the muddy bandages with fresh ones, then pulling another pair of socks over my feet.

When he’s done I scoot up the bed, leaning against the headboard, waiting for him to leave.

But he doesn’t leave.

He pulls his jacket off and tosses it over the back of a chair, then unbuttons his shirt. My eyes are going where they shouldn’t go. My heart is beating hard and fast.

I shift uncomfortably. What is he doing?

Then he tugs his belt off and kicks his shoes off. I swallow hard. This isn’t happening. Why is my body heating up?

“Alexei—" I pull my legs up against my chest, making a tight, safe little ball with my body.

He slips his hand into his pocket and pulls something metal and silver from it. I can’t see what it is. Now he’s walking over to me. I’m scuttling backwards, feeling nervous.

He grabs my wrist, and before I even know what is going on, a clicking sound snaps through the air and I’m staring down at a pair of handcuffs.

One on my wrist, the other on his.

“Alexei, no, what the hell?” I shout in horror, tugging my arm away from him and feeling the bite of metal in my skin. When I look up at him the grin on his face is massive.

“Let’s see your plan for escaping now, gorgeous little fox.” He laughs.

“You can’t be serious. How will I sleep? How will I pee?”

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