Page 78 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

“He cut his femoral artery, lost consciousness about two minutes go.”

The medic leans over, examining Raisa’s fix.

“You managed to get the artery. That’s incredible. Are you a doctor?” the medic asks.

“I’m learning,” she says.

“Well, you just saved this man’s life. If he was already losing consciousness, he didn’t have much time left before he bled out.”

Raisa smiles tightly as medics work together to get Luke onto a stretcher. One of the medics takes over Raisa’s grip on the pliers.

Then they rush out, carrying Luke towards the ambulance.

Raisa stands up, the front of her summer dress is sticky with blood.

She wipes her hands down the soft fabric, trying to clean them off a little.

“You save his life,” Damon says, excitedly, then grabs her into a tight hug, ignoring the mess. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” Then he turns to run towards the ambulance to drive with Luke.

“Luke is his son,” I say to Raisa as she stares after him. “You just stopped a father from having to see his son die. What you did was incredible. You didn’t even hesitate.”

I stare at her in awe and admiration.

“I did ok, didn’t I?” She smiles—proud of herself.

“You did better than ok, little flower.”

“I guess we need to go home and shower,” she sighs, frowning at her ruined dress.

“There are showers in the back of the warehouse. I am going to shoot into town and by the time you get out, I’ll be back with a new dress.”

“Are you sure? That seems like a lot of trouble—“

I reach out and run my hand over her cheek. “Nothing is too much trouble for you, Raisa.”

She grins up at me, tilting her face into my hand.

“Tony here will show you where the showers are.” I gesture towards the man standing nearby. “There are towels in the locker room. I won’t be long. I promise.”

Rushing out to the car, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. She just saved a man’s life. Not only would we have lost Luke, but also Damon for a while. He would have struggled with the pain of losing his child—our entire workforce would have been affected.

She did such an incredible job.

In town, I stop at a late-night boutique and choose another long flowing dress for Raisa. This one is gold, with a sparkle to the fabric. It looks beautiful and I know it is going to look even better on her.

I drive back to the warehouse, constantly thinking about her.

She keeps surprising me.

Back at the warehouse, I find Raisa waiting in the bathroom, a big towel wrapped around her.

“I’m coming in,” I call from the doorway, in case there are any other women in there.

“I’m alone,” Raisa calls back to me.

I sit down on the locker room bench next to her and take her face in my hands, pulling her into a kiss.

She melts against me, wrapping her hands around my neck. I keep my lips locked with hers for as long as I can before I have to pull away.

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