Page 87 of Knocked-Up Bratva Prisoner

“Not a fucking chance. I have to go get her back.”

“I figured that’s what you would be trying to do. Get. Into. The. Fucking. Car, Alexei. I’ll take you to see her, but not a chance in fuck are you kidnapping her again.”

I kind of have no choice. My car is out of action. I’ll send one of my guys to drag it out of the ditch. But I don’t want to wait around here for that to be sorted out.

I yank the passenger door open. I want to slam my first into the side of his face.

“You fucking drugged me,” I snap.

“I had to. You left me no choice. And you are still so fucking blind you can't see why.”

“I don’t care why. Family doesn’t do that to each other.”

“What about what you are doing to your family?” he snarls.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I fold my arms across my chest as he pulls out into the road heading back towards town. Towards Clara. That’s all I care about.

Oleg doesn’t answer. His eyes are on the road, dark and brooding. His grip on the steering wheel is so tight it’s as though he’s wringing the life out of it.

I don’t give a shit if he’s upset. He should never have interfered in the first place.

Finally, we drive into town. Clara is close now. I don’t have my car. I don’t know what I am going to do.

Maybe I should get Oleg to drop me at my place in the city, then I can get my other car.

But he has some ideas of his own, and we turn off the main road towards Yefim’s place.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re making a stop. You need to—"

“I don’t fucking need to do anything except get Clara back.” Fury erupts from me.

“Calm the fuck down, you fucking idiot.”

We are swearing at each other at full volume when we pull into Yefim’s driveway. He comes outside, his eyes narrowed as he sees the commotion inside the car.

Oleg practically kicks his door open from the inside and storms out of the car in a disgusted mood.

I do the same.

Then, I turn straight towards the gate to leave.

I’ll get an Uber. I’ll walk, I don’t give a fuck. I’m leaving. I am going to find Clara.

“What the hell?” Yefim says, and Leon arrives behind him.

“Alexei is the one who took Clara,” Oleg says, betraying me.

I spin around in anger. “So fucking what?” I yell, waving my hands in the air.

Yefim walks down the stairs onto the driveway, Leon close behind him.

I want to fight. I want to fight them all.

I’m so angry I want to tear down the whole world—just to get her back in my arms.

“Alexei." Leon is pissed off. But Yefim—Yefim looks like he wants to start a war with me.

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