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I take Raisa’s hand in mine and turn away from her brothers, pulling her in front of me protectively, ushering her away from them. I want to kill every single one of them. I can’t believe they spoke to her that way, their own sister. Have they no respect for their own family?

Glancing around, I lock eyes with a few of our guests and they quickly look away. I hate the politics and the drama. I want to get out of here right now.

I don’t even bother trying to find any of my brothers. They will either have seen what happened or will find out soon enough.

Right now, it's time to leave.

Raisa doesn’t say a word as I lead her out of the party and into the front area of the house, towards our waiting limo.

She stands quietly as I pull the door open and usher her inside the car.

When I look at her face, I can see how upset she is.

I don’t know if it is what I did or how her brothers treated her that has caused her to look so miserable, but all I want to do is it make her feel better.

Iassumeshe is angry with her brothers.

Even though her and I know that this marriage was forced—they didn’t know that and she did a very good job of making it appear genuine. Yet they insulted and questioned her instead of being happy for her.

From that perspective—I imagine it hurt her.

They didn’t even wish her congratulations. Not that I should be surprised by that. But worse than that they tore her decisions apart and spoke to her like shit just because she went out without their permission. Is she their prisoner? Their slave? What right do they have to control her life?

No wonder she wants nothing to do with this life. No wonder she was doing whatever she can to try and escape her brothers and make a different path for herself. She deserves more than that. She deserves better.

I suddenly want to be the one who gives her something better. To show her that not everyone caught up in the Bratva world is like that.

Chapter 10 - Raisa

I don’t say a word as Oleg leads me out of the party. My heart feels heavy because I was so excited to see my brothers. I thought there was no way in hell they would fall for my pretend happiness at being this man’s wife, but they not only fell for it, they were very open about blaming everything on me too.

Is that really how they see me? As some silly girl who makes silly choices and puts the family at risk?

Do they really think I would go behind their backs and actually get married?

I can’t believe it. I hate the fact that they were so mean to me in front of everyone watching.

I feel embarrassed and hurt.

I don’t think they were fair at all with the way they treated me.

I sigh as I stare out of the window.

The driver starts the limo and I bite at my lower lip, lost in thought about how badly that all went.

I can’t believe that they all think I got myself into this mess. They didn’t even pause to think for a second that just maybe something else was going on. Not even Rad—who I get on the best with out of all the boys. He is more patient than the others, a little gentler with his words—but not tonight. Tonight, he was just angry.

“Are you ok?” Oleg asks, reaching out and brushing his hand over my leg.

I turn to glare at him, angry and hurt.

“No, I’m not ok and it’s your fault. You should never have done any of this. It hasn’t helped anything. Didn’t you see in there—how angry they all were? What did you hope to achieve by forcing me to marry you and then parading me in front of my brothers?” I snap loudly.

“Are you kidding me? I wasn’t the one who disrespected you in there. Your brothers treated you like shit. They have no respect for you at all. Why in the world did you let them talk to you like that? Why didn’t you tell them to go to hell?”

“My brothers are not the problem, Oleg. You are!” I shout back at him.

All of the calm that I have managed to maintain over the past week is suddenly exploding out of me. I can’t hold it back anymore. I’m too angry now. I’ve been put through too much. All of this for what? What was the goal? I don’t understand his thinking at all.

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