Page 29 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

Chapter 9 - Oleg

I can see and sense how nervous Raisa is as we walk into the party, but she doesn’t pull away when I take her hand and she smiles as we are surrounded by all of the guests as they smother us in congratulations and well wishes for our future.

She is playing the role perfectly and while I can read her small gestures well enough to see her discomfort, no one else notices anything.

As we stand outside talking to a group of people, she leans into me, so I wrap my arm around her waist and hold her tighter.

I wish this was real. I wish I was really introducing her as my wife—willingly—because she is the most radiant and beautiful woman here. She is the most radiant woman I have ever met. I would have chosen her in a heartbeat if I had had the chance to get to know her before all of this chaos.

I stare down at her, tracing my eyes over her petite and sharp profile. Her perfect little nose and those plump pink lips.

She sighs softly, troubled by her own thoughts.

I clear my throat, realizing that I have been staring at her for too long. She is looking back up at me, those bright blue eyes of hers seem to have hypnotized me.

“Would you like another drink?” I ask, just because I need something to say and something else to think about. She holds up her champagne glass which is still half full. I nod. She doesn’t need a drink yet and that means that I have nothing to do to distract myself.

I hate these parties. I hate all of this fake niceness I have to maintain while I am in the presence of all of our Bratva allies.

I prefer to be home, in peace, and leave this social side of things to my brothers. They seem to enjoy it and they are definitely better at it than I am. I find myself to be perhaps a little too abrupt with the idiots, not tolerating stupidity all that well. It doesn't help that I know none of these people are genuinely my friends and realistically. they know nothing about me.

Beside me, I feel Raisa’s entire body tense and I look at her, then follow her gaze to see what she has spotted.

Her brother. Rodion Kuznetsov.

I guess her family has arrived.

“Remember what I told you,” I whisper against her ear. I don’t think I need to remind her, she has been doing very well so far, but I really don’t want any trouble and I definitely don’t want a shootout.

The whole reasoning behind me taking and marrying Raisa was to avoid violence.

Rodion walks straight towards us, his eyes locked onto his sister and a deep-furrowed frown on his forehead. He looks angry and intimidating. I can see why people mutter about him—saying he is dangerous. Of course, I don’t give a fuck what people say. Appearance is not everything, but I can say for sure that Rodion is a man who is confident and sure of himself. He is not a man who easily rolls over if he doesn’t agree with you.

He glances at me, then snarls at his sister, “where the fuck have you been and what the fuck is this I hear about you getting married?”

Raisa becomes even more tense at my side. She smiles, a tight smile that hardly reaches her eyes.

“Rodion, this is Oleg, my husband.” She tilts her head towards me.

I hold out my hand. “It is good to finally meet you face to face, Rodion.”

He glares at me, ignoring my outstretched hand.

I lower it again, pushing my shoulders back. He better not fuck this up for us. Raisa shifts her weight from one foot to the other. She is horribly uncomfortable.

Rodion looks furious.

He better play nice or he is going to pay the price for it.

“You fucking married my sister?” he hisses at me.

“We married each other, yes,” I say calmly.

“What the fuck is it with you Dubrovs? Do you think you own everything and everyone? You can’t just go around doing whatever the hell you please—“

“I was hoping our first meeting would go better than this,” I reply, still remaining calm despite my blood beginning to boil in my veins.

“Better than what, Dubrov? Us being pissed off about this secretive bull shit?”

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