Page 159 of Bratva Butcher

“Why?!” I snarled, a hint of petulance in my tone.

Aleksandr, Drea, Nikolai and Tatiana walked into the lounge room. An awkward silence followed. Things between me and Aleksandr were still strained after what happened, which was fair. I’d acted like a right jackass.

“Everything okay?” Nikolai asked. His hand was clasped around Tatiana’s as he led her to one of the armchairs beside the couch and helped her sit down. She gave me a friendly smile, which I returned.

“I don’t know.” I explained what happened every time I tried to call Autumn’s number, and they all shared a look with one another. “What?” I asked, my gaze moving between them. “What’s with the look?”

Drea plopped down next to me on the couch and brought her legs up to sit cross-legged. “Usually, when something like that happens, it means your number has been blocked.”

I blinked.She blocked me?

Okay, given what I did to her, that is understandable. “How do I get a hold of her, then?”

“You can’t.” Aleksandr answered. “Not unless she unblocks you.”

“How can I tell her to do that if I can’t get through?” I growled, frustrated.

“You could try calling her from a different number?” Tatiana offered me her phone.

I thanked her and copied Autumn’s number from my phone into Tatiana’s.

She answered on the third ring. “Hello, Autumn speaking.”

My whole world brightened at the sound of her voice, my heart pounding hard in my chest. “Hi, it’s—”

Beep, beep, beep.

I took the phone away from my ear, staring at it incredulously.

Drea winced. “Did she hang up on you?”

“Yes.”Okay, I deserved that.I cleared my throat and called her again.

“This number is unavailable.”

My mouth dropped open. “She blocked this number, too!”

“Ouch,” Nikolai grimaced. “She’s really pissed at you.”

I grunted. “Give me your phone.”

Nikolai handed it over with delay. I called her number again. This time, I would have to be quick and right to the point.

“Hello, Autumn speaking.”

“I know you’re angry—”

Beep, beep, beep.

“Son of a bitch!” Of course, when I tried to call her back, the call didn’t go through, either. She’d immediately blocked Nikolai’s number, too.

Aleksandr was already pulling his phone out of his pocket when I stuck my hand out towards him. I took it and called her.Again.

“Hello, Autumn speaking,” she answered.

“Just give me a second to—”

Beep, beep, beep.

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