Page 111 of Bratva Knight

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Dario spun to look at the door. “What now?! Can’t a man fuck in peace?!” he growled.

The door swung open with brutal force, slamming into the wall. In the doorway, stood Nikolai.

He found me.

He was covered head to toe in blood, so much so that it literally looked like he’d bathed in the stuff. It dripped down his face. It drenched his hair and clung to his clothes. The rage burning in his eyes made my breath hitch. I’dneverseen him so angry. His chest rose and fell with deep, hard breaths, his teeth bared and face contorted with so much fury, I thought he’d burn the whole room down with just that look alone.

He took in what was going on—me tied to the table with my bottom half completely bare, Dario pressed up against me with his pants down—and then he roared, his whole body shaking as he let loose this beastly, ear splitting scream. He lunged. The older man ran to meet him head on and Dario cursed, quickly tucking his dick back into his pants.

The older man swiped his knife and Nikolai dodged, spinning out of its path. He swung his leg in a roundhouse kick to the back of the man’s legs. He crashed to his knees. Nikolai rammed one knife deep into his back and then reached around to slam the other knife into his chest. He ripped them out just as fast and kicked him away, turning to face Dario.

Dario had picked up one of the weapons from the tray and held it up, crouched and ready to attack. Nikolai was far too angry to play any sort of game with him. He charged forward and picked him up in a running tackle, slamming him into the wall.

Dario groaned, his weapon clattering to the ground. Nikolai threw him over his shoulder, raised his knife into the air—

“Stop!” I screamed as loudly as I could.

Nikolai froze, the blade hovering right above Dario’s eye. His gaze snapped to me. I was surprised he was even able to comprehend anything, given how much anger was blazing in his blue eyes.

“The kill is mine.” I pulled on the restraints. “Please, get me down.” Despite how thankful I was at him for showing up before anything more happened, despite how much relief was flowing through me, I couldn’t stand another moment being tied up like that. I needed to get down. I needed to cover myself.

Distress flashed across Nikolai’s face. He pulled Dario’s arm out straight, flattened his hand on the ground, palm up and drove his knife deep through it, pinning him to the floor. Dario screamed. Nikolai did the same thing to his other hand, effectively keeping him trapped right where he was.

“Lukyan!” he called out.

His brother came running into the room, a machine gun in his hands. Nikolai pointed to Dario on the floor and Lukyan nodded, running over. He kept his gun aimed at him as Nikolai sprinted over to me.

“Tati,” he breathed, eyes running up and down my body. His jaw clenched as he pulled my pants back up and then his hands were gripping the sides of my face, holding me tenderly. He lay his forehead against mine and let loose a deep, relieved sigh.

I closed my eyes and leant into him, breathing him in. He was there. He came. Somehow, against all odds, he’d found me.

My Knight.

He kissed me softly on the cheek, reverently, with all the love and care in the world before he quickly cut the restraints away. I fell forward and he caught me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist. My limbs felt weak, my wrists and ankles aching with pain. He supported my weight as he dragged me away from the table and down to the ground.

“I’m okay. I’m alright,” I reassured him, but he continued to sweep his hands over my body, needing to see for himself that I was unharmed.

“I was so worried. So scared. Fuck, Tatiana.” He held me tight, burying my face into his shoulder, squeezing me so hard, I struggled to breathe.“Ty v poryadke. Ty v poryadke.” You’re okay. You’re okay,he whispered into my hair. He wasn’t saying that to me. No. He was saying that to himself, like he was trying to reassure himself that I was alive. I hugged him back, the comfort and support he was providing instantly putting me at ease.

For one horrible second, I thought I was done for. I thought Dario was going to rape me, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. I’d never felt so powerless. So helpless. I didn’t fucking like it.

My eyes snapped to him, pinned to the ground with knives in his hands, still crying out in pain.

Vengeance surged in my veins, this overwhelming desire to make that despicable human being bleed and suffer all but consuming me. I wantedhimto see what it felt like to be fucking powerless, to have someone do something to you that you had no way of stopping. I wantedhimto feel helpless, like I had.

“Do we have time?” I asked, never taking my eyes off Dario.

Nikolai watched me closely. Because he knew me so well, because he wasmyNikolai, he knew without hearing the words what it was that I wanted. What I needed.

He looked over his shoulder at his brother. “Lukyan. Time?”

Lukyan glanced at his watch. “Two minutes.”

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