Page 25 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

“He doesn’t need to know yet. And you two are not the ones who should tell him. I will tell him,” I demand.

“Damn straight you are going to tell him. I don’t even want to be in the room when he finds out what you did,” Alexei snarls.

I shake my head. “You two need to leave and don’t breathe a word of this to anyone. I will call that meeting at the end of the week.” I stand up, gesturing for them to do the same. This conversation is going nowhere and it’s only serving to make matters worse.

I wanted more time.

I still need that time.

Yefim and Alexei stand up, both looking angry with me. “I wish you had spoken to us first,” Yefim says.

“Well, it’s too late for that now. So, move on,” I snap back, agitation growing.

Yefim shakes his head and takes a deep breath. “Alright, brother. We will give you the time you need. But only until the end of this week. Then I will tell Leon myself.”

I don’t say a word as I watch them both leave.

I’d rather not speak in anger or frustration and make this situation worse.

Once they are in their car and heading off the property, I breathe a sigh of relief.

At least I bought myself a little time. Time I desperately need to make things better between Raisa and myself.

I need her on board with my idea before we talk to her brothers.

I want to make her feel relaxed. I don’t want her to be angry with me.

I still can’t help this crazy pull I feel towards her.

Heading upstairs to her bedroom to try and talk to her, I can feel the knot in my stomach. My brothers rocking up here was not a good thing. I wasn’t ready for that at all.

Standing in the doorway, I watch her for a moment. She is sitting on the frame of the window, staring out into the garden. She has the most beautiful profile, delicate and elegant. Her one leg is popped up on the window ledge, her arm resting on her knee and her head resting against the wall.

Long soft blonde curls are falling over her shoulder and down her back.

“Raisa, can we talk?” I say gently.

She jumps at the sound of my voice and quickly turns to face me. The peace is gone from her body. She looks rigid and tense now.

I wish I didn’t have that effect on her.

“What do you want?” she snaps.

“I want to talk. I want to find out what you need—to feel more at home here.”

“What I need? Home? Are you serious?” She stands up and marches towards me, standing just in front of me she glares up at me with hatred and anger. “If you want me to feel at home—then let me go home, Oleg.”

She is as stubborn as me and it’s going to get us nowhere.

“I can’t do that,” I say gently. I want to reach out and touch her. It takes everything in me not to pull her up against me.

I notice how her eyes trace over my lips, down my body, then back up again. She looks frustrated with herself.

Then heat builds behind her gaze again and she aims it at me. Clenching her fists at her side she pushes her shoulders back and glares more intensely.

“Let me go home. I heard your brothers. They aren’t happy with you either. Whatever it is that you have planned—it won’t work. Just let me go now and this can all be over. I won’t even tell my brothers what happened. I’ll just go back to my life and pretend—“

“We both know that isn’t true, Raisa. We both know you will tell them everything. Besides. Letting you go will not solve anything. It won’t fix the bigger problem. I’m sorry—but I can’t do that.”

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