Page 13 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

I scream so loud, my throat begins to hurt.

A hand locks over my mouth as I am dragged from the car and held up against a solid chest.

That familiar smell. The same cologne Oleg was wearing in the club tonight.What are the chances?

Zero.

I kick and fight as he shoves me in the boot of his car, pushing my face down against the rough carpet. I feel him lock handcuffs over my wrists then he rolls me onto my back. His dark eyes locking with mine for a second before he slams the boot closed.

My heart is hammering wildly as I scream. “Oleg what are you doing? Let me out of here.” But I know it’s useless.

It was no accident that we met in the club tonight. He knew I was going to be there—and he was watching me for a reason. He was planning this the entire time.

When I kissed him—he already knew he was going to kidnap me.

The nausea gets worse as I start to understand the truth of the situation I am in.

“Breathe, Raisa, breathe.” I whisper to myself, barely hearing my own words over the sound of the engine growling as he races to wherever he is taking me.

“Your brothers showed you how to get out of handcuffs,” I mutter as I begin to work at the latch using the charm on my silver bracelet.

I laughed at them when they gave me this thing. I never thought in a million years that I would need to use it.

Chapter 5 - Oleg

I pull up in the driveway of my private home. I am not taking Raisa to our family home as I haven’t actually discussed this plan with anyone else. I want to arrange for us to be married first and I don’t need anyone interfering in the meantime.

When I switch the engine off, Raisa is very quiet. She’s been kicking against the car boot for most of the journey. I had to turn the music up really loud to drown out her noises—and the fact that there isn’t even a single sound coming from the back of the car—I don’t like it one bit.

I climb out and slam the door shut. My stomach is knotted and I’m annoyed that I had to do this. I wish I didn’t have to take her by force. I really hate the fact that I like her. It was probably a bad idea to chat with her for such a long time at the club. It’s messed with my head a bit.

I feel guilty.

But I know it doesn’t matter how I feel.

I have a duty to my family and that is all that matters.

My hand is resting on the button at the back of the car which will release the boot and open it.

I take a deep breath, ready for her start shouting at me again.

Then I click the button and pull the boot open quickly.

But as soon as it unlocks, she is ready and one step ahead of me. She kicks hard against it, causing it to jump up and smack me in the jaw.

I stagger backwards, caught off guard.

She leaps out of the car and starts running.

I bolt after her realizing she doesn’t even have the handcuffs on anymore.

Her brothers taught her well. They must have prepared her for things like this—knowing the life they live and the world they are operating in.

It doesn’t take me long to catch up with her.

I launch myself towards her, grabbing her around the waist as I twist my body and roll onto the grass in front of my property. She rolls with me, still kicking, clawing at my face.

I grab both of her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head as I lay on top of her. She kicks again so I use my legs to spread hers open and then press all of my weight against her body.

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