Page 13 of Brutal Bratva King

This is all so overwhelming.

I want to go home, to my own penthouse. I need to pack this weekend and it will give me a chance to clear my head and mentally prepare for living with Rodion.

But I am about to get the shock of my life.

When it is time to leave, much to my relief, I say goodbye to my family and friends and walk with Rodion out into the parking lot. But he doesn’t let me go to my own car. He has a limousine waiting for us.

“I’ve got my car here,” I stammer, not wanting to get in with him because I am honestly a little scared of being alone with him right now.

“Get in the car, Anya. Everyone is watching. There is no chance in hell you are going to leave in a separate vehicle.”

I bite my lip. I guess he’s right. I didn’t really think about how that would look.

I smile tightly and slide into the back seat of the limo. He slides in next to me and our bodies are far too close together.

As soon as the door closes and the driver pulls away from the church Rodion says, “Besides, you are coming home with me. To your new home. As per our agreement.”

“What?” I stammer, shocked. “I need to go home and pack. I can’t just move in tonight.”

“I had them pack all your things today while we were getting married. It is all at my place,” he states.

“You did what?” I can’t believe this.

“Relax, Anya. You did agree to moving in with me, remember?”

I pull my mouth tight. I want to claw his eyes out when he stares at me like that. I’m furious. He looks smug and arrogant.

I turn my face away from him to look out of the window. I’m too tired to fight now. I’m so drained from all of that smiling and charade.

It doesn’t matter. I just want to go to bed.

The rest of the drive is silent. For me it’s tense, but I get the feeling that he is quite relaxed. It annoys me.

We arrive at his mansion and I’m stunned by the size of it. I don’t know why I expected it to be smaller.He leads me up the stairs and to the front door.

He pushes the door open and I walk inside.

I guess this is home now.

The sooner I get used to that idea, the better it will be for me.

“Please show me to my room. I’m tired and I want to go to sleep.” I sigh softly.

“Sleep? Anya, it is our wedding night. We have to consummate the agreement.” He sounds annoyed.

“What? No. I told you that wasn’t happening.”

“Of course, it is going to happen. We aremarried. That’s how it works,” he growls, glaring down at me.

“Just show me my room, Rodion. This is not happening. I want to go to bed.”

“Fine,” he snaps, taking my hand and dragging me into a bedroom. It’s dark blue and grey. Very masculine. Very cold. “Is this—“ I look around, feeling confused. I guess it doesn’t matter, I can make it my own. A few changes here and there and it will feel a lot softer and more welcoming.

He walks over to the chair in the corner and throws his jacket over it. Then he kicks off his shoes, pulls his tie loose and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

“What are you doing?” I shout angrily.

“I’m getting ready for bed. What are you doing?” he snaps back at me.

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