Page 84 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

Pulling up a chair I place it on the floor opposite from hers and sit down—taking her hands in mine.

“Your brother, Rodion, has been following Anya around for a while now. Anya doesn’t know. I put extra security on her to keep her safe, but that’s why I am worried about this. Your brother has already made it clear that he has some kind of interest in Anya. Yesterday, when he saw you two without the guards, he obviously thought he had an opportunity and was about to break the deal.”

Raisa looks worried. She shifts in her seat and bites at her lower lip.

“What are you going to do?” she asks, her voice thick with concern. This tells me that she knows her brother is actually capable of something like that.

“I need to pull us all together again somehow. I have to remind him of why he agreed to work with me instead of against me. I can’t have him breaking our deal. For everyone’s sake. Your family and mine. It will be a hell storm if he does. My brothers will not be controlled if he is going to mess with Anya.”

Raisa nods. “I’ll do whatever I can to help,” she promises.

“Thank you.” I stand up, kissing her forehead. Then I hurry out of the room. I have to figure out how to fix this. I have to plan something.

The best solution I could come up with to bring the two families together again was an event, hosted at my brother’s home. I thought it would give me a chance to speak to Rodion—in a secure environment with both families around.

Yefim agreed to host it because it was better than having her brothers scouting around my home, where Raisa lives. I want to keep them away from her as much as possible and inviting them into that space is a risk.

The party started a few hours ago and the music is playing and we are all hanging out in the back garden, having a drink. It should be a relaxed evening—but it’s not.

It is incredibly tense. Despite my best efforts to be polite and civil—I am so angry with Rodion for causing tension that I am struggling to hold a conversation with him. And to make matters worse—he hasn’t taken his eyes off Anya this whole afternoon.

He keeps watching her, looking at her as though she is prey and he is the hunter. I want to smash my fist into his face.

Whenever I try to hold a conversation with him or ask him any questions to try ease the situation his replies are short and rude and things are getting very quickly out of hand because I am losing my patience with him.

When Raisa leaves to go get another drink I take the opportunity to confront him with what is really on my mind.

“Look, Rodion, I know you want to break our agreement. I want to know why. We need to resolve our issues and you need to back off.”

“Bullshit. You don’t know a fucking thing about me.” He glares at me. Finally, dragging his eyes off Anya.

“I know you have some weird fucking interest in my sister,” I snap angrily.

His eyes darken. “Oh—are our sisters off-limit? Interesting you should say that—“

“Oh, for fucks sake. Raisa is happily married to me,” I sigh.

“The fuck she is,” he growls. “I can see straight through this game you are playing. I don’t know what you have over Raisa—but she would never marry a man like you.”

I feel my fists clenching at my side. I want to punch this asshole's face in. I want to show him what is going to happen if he doesn’t work with me and continues to fight me every step of the way. Is he so fucking stupid that he can’t see I’m trying to do something good for both families?

Rodion looks me up and down, his brows knotted.

“What are you going to do, asshole?” he snarls, stepping closer to me, seeing my body language has become aggressive because I don’t give a fuck about hiding it anymore.

“I’m done trying to force you to use your logic. Clearl,y your neanderthal brain only understands violence,” I hiss.

He swings at me angrily and I duck just in time, feeling the brush of his fist as I narrowly escape the punch.

The commotion that breaks out around us grabs a lot of attention and suddenly, both of our families are rushing towards us.

Rodion runs at me, slamming his shoulder into my stomach. The air is knocked right out of me as I fall backwards. But Yefim catches me as two of Rodion’s brothers grab him and drag him back.

He’s yelling angrily as they push him away.

“Walk it off, man,” Rad says, gesturing for him to walk away and cool down.

I sigh, clenching my jaw and look around for Raisa.

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