Page 49 of Knocked-Up Bratva Prisoner

It makes me so anxious.

I start shifting in my seat at the dinner table, unsure if I should try and help defuse the situation or if that would make it worse. I wouldn’t even know what to say.

When Alexei starts shouting, arguing with Anya in some verbal standoff, I know it is definitely best if I keep my mouth shut. I’ve never had siblings, I don’t know what the norm is in these situations. Anya is sassy and quick with comebacks. Neither of them are backing down.

“Will you twogrow up?” Oleg snarls at both of them so loud it makes me jump.

“Or what?” Alexei and Anya both say at the same time, glaring at him.

I bite my lip, wanting to crawl under the table, when I see the look in Alexei’s eyes. He’s furious. Anya has this dark smirk on her face. She’s feisty, and I am beginning to think she is just enjoying pushing his buttons, but Alexei is flat-out angry.

This isn’t good. Because when they leave, I am going to be stuck with him. I don’t know how to deal with his anger or mood swings.

I wish they had never shown up in the first place.

I close my eyes, trying to stop the increasing dread building in the pit of my stomach.

Anya sighs heavily. “You are the one who made this stupid decision, Alexei, and we have every right to let you know that we don’t like it.”

“If you don’t like it, you should leave,” his voice booms through the room.

Oleg sits back in his chair and folds his arms across his chest. He shakes his head at both of them. “Anya, please pour our rather emotional brother another glass of wine so that he can calm the hell down. And will you please stop provoking him?”

“Don’t spoil all my fun,” Anya chuckles, reaching for the wine bottle and topping up Alexei’s glass.

“You have been a thorn in his side since you were born,” Oleg laughs.

“I have to do something with all my free time.” Anya shrugs, grinning.

I glance left and right across the table between Oleg and Anya, who are smiling. They are teasing him.

I can’t believe this.

Here I am, waiting for him to rain hell down on them, and they are busy teasing him.

I glance at Alexei, expecting him to lash out again, but he grabs the wine glass, takes a big sip and huffs out “I hate you guys” with a massive, loud sigh.

“Oh please, you wouldn’t survive without us. Remember when you accidentally locked yourself in the basement?” Oleg prods him even more.

“Why the hell are we talking about that now?”

“Because I have never seen a kid so angry before in my life, to this day…" Oleg laughs loudly, a heartfelt sound that makes me smirk.

“It’s not even relevantat all,” Alexei snaps, still sulking.

He’s still angry, and getting more and more annoyed, but his anger hasn’t gone past that point—the point that I am afraid of.

I watch him for a while, finding myself attracted to his stern expression and broody glares. He isn’t anything like my uncle. My uncle would’ve thrown a plate at someone who spoke to him like that. He would have been screaming and smashing anything within his reach.

The house staff run and hide when my uncle gets angry. I can’t. I have to be present, so that he has someone to shout at.

Alexei is moody as all hell, but he’s just soaking in it, the constant taunts they are now throwing at him. He’s dealing withit. His eyes dark and menacing, but with absolutely no threat in his body language.

I bite my lower lip, admiring the way his arms are flexing as the agitation ripples through his body.

Finally, Anya and Oleg ease up with the tormenting and carry on eating dinner.

Anya finishes first. Pushing her plate a little away from herself she says, “Fine, we won’t tell Leon and Yefim, but you need to sort this outfast,Alex. Before Giorgio finds out what is going on.”

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