Page 130 of Bratva Knight

What the fuck just happened?

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Nikolai Volkov

“Nikolai.Nikolai,wakeup.”

I groaned, rolling over to my side. My head pounded, a constantthump, thump, thumpbehind my eyes that made me completely disoriented.

What-how—

“Nikolai.”

I struggled to open my eyes, the grogginess in my mind making it impossible for me to get my bearings. The last thing I remembered was being in the elevator, heading up to the top floor. The doors opened and—

My eyes snapped open.Dominik.

Oh, no.

I blinked rapidly and my surroundings gradually came into view. The first thing I saw were the metal bars.

No. No, no, no.

I fought against the haze that kept trying to pull me back under and groaned as I slowly sat up, my limbs feeling like jello.

Yep. I was down in the dungeon below the Arena. I released a defeated sigh.Fuck. This isn’t good.I looked around, seeing my father in the cell to my left and, to my right—

“Aleksandr?”

My big brother was leaning against the concrete wall at the back of his cell, his head tilted up towards the ceiling and arms crossed over his chest. When he heard me say his name, his head rolled my way and he gave me a sad smile.

“I’m here too.” In the cell next to Aleksandr’s, Lukyan waved a hand.

“Me too.” Illayana poked her head around Lukyan’s body from the cell next to his, which had been blocking her from view.

They are all here?

“No,” I groaned, burying my head in my hands. “You idiots tried to rescue us when you didn’t hear from me?” It would have been a complete suicide mission. They didn’t have any of the information necessary to pull something like that off. No wonder they got caught too. They should have waited—

“No,” Aleksandr grunted and I frowned.

“You didn’t?” I looked around the room. “Then what the fuck are you all doing here?”

“I got jumped,” Aleksandr answered, his voice laced with anger.

Lukyan raised a hand. “Same.”

“Ditto,” Illayana cut in.

“Wait, you all got kidnapped? At thesame time?”

“No,” Illayana said, shaking her head. “Lukyan was first. Aleksandr second. Then me. I think that’s the timeline we worked out, hey?”

“Sounds right,” Lukyan nodded. “I was balls deep in this cute little blonde when a bunch of guys in masks came busting in and shot me with a dart.” He gave me a deadpanned look. “A fuckingdart.”

“I was getting in my car after visiting a client when this van pulled up beside me.” Aleksandr gripped the bars with his hands, the metal groaning as he squeezed hard. “Fucker’s darted me too. I managed to kill a few of them before I passed out, though.”

“You did?” Lukyan frowned in confusion. “I didn’t.” I swear to God, he fucking pouted. “Whatever was in those things knocked me flat on my ass. I didn’t even have time to pull my damn pants up.”

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