Page 63 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

I just need to show her that I am here for her and will support her through this.

I ask one of the guards to keep an eye on Raisa while I head into town.

She is joining me for dinner tonight at home and I think I should get her a little gift; to show her I’m thinking of her. I saw a gorgeous pendant the other day that immediately made me think of her, I just haven’t had the time to get there and get it for her.

A rose for Raisa, her namesake.

Standing at the jewelry store, I hold the ruby rose pendant in my hand.

“It’s perfect,” I say, admiring the glistening red stone.

“This and the bracelet please.” I gesture towards the matching bracelet, made up of a row of roses, all shining in beautiful rich reds.

I carry the gift back out to the car, then drive to the local flower market to select the freshest red roses for her.

This is sure to bring a smile to her face.

I feel myself getting excited for dinner tonight, because I am sure I will getmyRaisa back. My little flower.

I really have been missing her laughter.

Because Raisa agreed to join me for dinner this evening, I have asked the chef to make his version of fish and chips. He has chosen to make salmon and roast potatoes—which I think is perfect. It’s just the gesture and thought behind it that I was aiming for.

I am already seated in the dining room when Raisa walks in, looking tired and a little miserable. She glances at the red roses on the table, but the only reaction I note is that she bites her lower lip and knots her brows together, looking away from the flowers as though they have upset her.

“Hi gorgeous, did you get your studies done that you wanted to finish today?” I ask, trying not to be hurt by her reaction.

She pulls out her chair and sits down opposite me. “I did.”

“Would you like a little champagne with dinner?” I ask, standing up to reach for the bottle.

“Sure,” she says, sounds uninterested in everything.

I walk around the table and stand behind her to pour a glass.

She doesn’t move or reach out to me at all.

I am disappointed, but it’s ok, because I’m sure she will smile when she sees the beautiful gift I got for her.

Leaning over her, I place the velvet gift box in front of her, then run my hand over her neck. “I saw this and thought of you right away. It’s as though it was always meant to be yours.” I smile, letting my hand stay on her back, feeling her warmth beneath my touch.

She seems to tense slightly, reaching towards the box.

“You shouldn’t have,” she mutters.

“Go ahead and open it.”

She sighs softly, then flips the lid open. I sit down next to her, wanting to see her smile—but my heart sinks when I see her expression.

Her eyes are shining as though she wants to cry.

I stand up again, unsure wof hat could be wrong.

I take the necklace out of the box. “Hold your hair up, let me put it on you.”

She lifts her hair, keeping her eyes averted from me.

I clip the necklace onto her, then the bracelet.

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