Page 82 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

A heavy feeling churns in my stomach as we walk back the way we came from. I am trying to act calm and casual, but anxiety is building.

Anya walks close to my side, not out of fear, but because she seems to be trying to move away from Rodion, who is walking so close to her, he is practically on top of her.What the hell, Rodion?I glare at him, but he isn’t paying any attention to me at all.

Even if he wants to kidnap her for revenge—he doesn’t need to make it so creepy and obvious. I roll my eyes. Brothers are soannoying.

We are getting closer to the store where we lost the security guards when we see both of them marching towards us, looking pretty angry about us getting the upper hand.

I grin, knocking Anya with my elbow. Playing along with our original goal of losing them—but I think she wanted to find them again just as much as I did.

She giggles and Rodion’s eyes flare towards her.

“Dammit, I thought we lost them for good,” she laughs.

“Me too. We did such a good maneuver.” Both of us are trying to make light of the situation. Even though we both know we just dodged something.

The security guards step up to us, standing close when they see my brothers following.

“Ladies, are you enjoying yourselves—is everything alright here?” One of the guards asks, eyeing my brothers.

“Everything’s great. We just bumped into my family.” I smile, friendly and relaxed.

Rodion’s fists are clenching at his side. His jaw is clamped so tight I can see the muscles feathering along it. Rad has been quiet this whole time. He also seems pretty focused on Rodion. Perhaps waiting for a signal. Perhaps wondering why he is acting so weird.

Anya turns towards my brother, glaring at him, looking right up at him as though he wasn’t almost twice her size. She looks fierce.

“Nice to see you. Hope you enjoy the rest of your day,” she says, not too friendly—definitely more of a warning for him to step back.

“It was nice to see you too Anya,” Rodion says her name, letting it roll from his lips as though he was tasting it. I sigh with annoyance. He can stop being weird now. His plan is ruined. The security guards are with us.

I pull him into a quick hug. Then Rad, too.

“Bye, guys,” I say, grabbing Anya’s arm and dragging her away because now she’s glaring at Rodion and things feel like they are heating up instead of calming down.

The bodyguards stand firm, their eyes on my brothers while we build distance between us. Then they turn to follow, neither of them keen to let their guard down.

Once we are safely inside the car, I breathe a sigh of relief. That was so fucking intense. I don’t know if I read too much into it—because that was the first time I’ve really seen my brothers in ages—but it was too tense.

I was genuinely scared of what they wanted to do to Anya.

“Jeez. Your oldest brother is a little crazy,” Anya sighs loudly, leaning back against the car seat.

“Sorry about that. I think he’s still a bit upset about everything.”

“He’s got one hell of a stare.”

“I know. He can be really intimidating. I’m glad nothing happened, though.”

“Me too. Sheesh.”

We drive back home to Oleg’s house, and Anya strides inside, announcing that we need to make cocktails because our shopping trip was cut short.

Oleg is out at the warehouse, so Anya and I take over the kitchen and start putting together some pretty watermelon cocktails splashed with lemon.

She seems to have completely forgotten about the awkward incident with my brothers by the time Oleg gets home—and for that I am very grateful because I am not sure how to explain everything to him. Especially seeing as it all happened when we snuck away from the guards.

Anya stays for dinner. She is a little tipsy and we are having fun, but the entire time I am waiting for her to mention that my brothers were at the mall—and I want to avoid that. So, for the entire dinner I struggle to really relax properly.

When Anya leaves, Oleg pulls me close.

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