Page 23 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

She sees me, glares at me, and storms out of the kitchen without saying a single word.

I grab her arm as she walks past me.

“Get your food, Raisa. I’ll come back later,” I gently push her back into the kitchen, then turn to walk away.

I hear the front gate bell, ringing softly through the house.

“Who could that be?” I mutter to myself.

Glancing back over my shoulder at Raisa, who is standing with her back to me, waiting for her food again, I nod. Good. Let me see who this is and get rid of them as quickly as I can. I don’t need the drama of guests now while my new wife is trying to adjust to things.

Walking toward the front door I pull my phone out to check the security cameras from the front gate.

Shit.

Yefim and Alexei.

I am definitely not ready to see my brothers now. I wanted to tell them all at the same time in a meeting I called—and prepared for.

I pull the front door open and watch them climb out of the car.

“Oleg, brother, it’s good to see you in one piece,” Alexei says, smirking as he walks towards me.

“What do you meanone piece?”

Alexi shrugs. “Yefim here was convinced something bad was happening—“

I step aside as my brothers walk into the house. I gesture towards the living room.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I say, a little abrupt because I am starting to lose patience.

Yefim walks slightly ahead of us, into the living room.

“You practically doubled your reinforcements at the house. The security office told me about it this morning. Why would you do that if there wasn’t something you were worried about?”

Yefim sits down, folding one leg over the other, leaning back in the sofa. His eyes are locked onto me as Alexei and I take a seat as well.

Shit.

“It’s nothing serious. Just something I am working on—regarding this new problem we have lurking in the city. I am busy with a solution—“

While I am talking Yefim is staring at me with those intense eyes of his. I sigh heavily.

“You aren’t really telling me anything, Oleg. You’re just talking in circles. Why don’t you tell me what is actually going on? What solution?”

I lean back in the sofa too. Damn this headache is just getting worse. I should have taken painkillers earlier. Oh yes, that’s what I want into the kitchen to get, but then Raisa was there—

“Oleg?” Alexei says, pulling me back into the moment.

“Guys, I just need you to trust me ok. I will come by and see all of you at the office—at the end of the week. I just need few more days to get everything in order and then I can explain it all to you.”

Yefim doesn’t look impressed with me.

“If something is going on that requires additional security—I think it is best that you talk to us about it right now. I don’t want shit to hit the fan after we leave and then I find out it is something I could have helped you with.” His stern tone is a warning.

But I am losing my patience. I lean forward in the sofa, resting my elbows on my knees. “Yefim—you need to trust me. I am not a reckless person.“ I can’t help glancing at Alexei when I say this.

“Hey,” he mutters defensively when our eyes meet. I smirk.

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