Page 41 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

It started the day after she saw Anya. But I guess, in reality, it started the day I kidnapped her and forced her to marry me.

Her and Anya got on so well and I wonder if Anya might be able to give me some insight into Raisa’s thoughts and how I can make things better for her at home. I want her to be happy here.

She doesn’t speak to me enough for me to know how to help her with that. Apart from the obvious—letting her go—which I can’t do.

I pick my phone up off the desk and lean back in my home office chair.

Dialing Anya’s number, I press the phone against my ear and wait for her to answer.

“Hey, big bother. What’s going on with you?” she sings into the phone in her usually happy manner.

“He,y kiddo. I wanted to ask for some advice from you—or insight. Whatever you want to call it.”

“You need advice from me? Oh, this should be good. How’s Raisa by the way? She’s so awesome.”

“Raisa is the reason I’m calling.”

“Oh? Is everything ok?” She sounds worried.

“Yeah, everything is fine. But Raisa seems down and I was wondering if you maybe spoke to her about something when you were here—something that is bothering her—or something that she needs or wants that I can get for her to make her happier?”

I clench my jaw, feeling like this is a long shot.

“Mm. Actually. Definitely, yes.”

“Oh. Are you serious?” I say really excited to know.

“She seemed a bit upset because she got accepted into some big university here, to study medicine, and now she can’t go because of everything that happened. I think it’s a dream of hers and I’d be pretty miserable if I had my dreams taken from me.”

“She wants to study. Ok. I didn’t even think about that but I remember her telling me it’s one of the reasons she was so excited to come to the city.”

Anya and I chat a little longer, mostly about Raisa and how things are going between us—then I say goodbye and make another phone call.

I have some contacts that will be very useful right now.

My good friend runs a private university and I know they offer online courses. I want to find out if he will accept Raisa.

After giving him her details, he does a search and finds out she has an incredible academic record and he would love to have her studying through his university. He will send me all of the study material she needs to get started this afternoon.

This is excellent news.

I decide to hold off telling Raisa until the study books arrive.

I have to admit I am really excited to see her reaction.

I hope Anya was right and that this will help Raisa.

That afternoon, a courier arrives with a box of books. I carry it inside and put it on the dining room table. Raisa and I have been having dinner together every night and I really enjoy that time. So, I have decided to give her the surprise then.

At six, the chef confirms that the food is ready and I go upstairs to call Raisa. She is curled up in the sunroom, reading a book on the sofa.

“Dinner is ready,” I say, smiling at how comfortable she looks.

“I’ll be right down. I just want to finish this page.”

By the time she walks into the dining room, I am ready and waiting.

I can’t help the stupid grin on my face. I just want to make her smile.

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