Page 84 of Brutal Bratva King

“You weren’t responding to my messages anymore—and you’ve been ignoring my calls. A man can’t wait forever, you know.”

“I told you I’m not interested!” she shouts. “I will never date a guy like you.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t want to date you,” he laughs. “I just need to use you.”

“What do you mean?” I demand, keeping my voice steady and calm.

“Anya Dubrov—well—not anymore, I believe. Kuznetsov now, isn’t it?”

“I asked you what you want with Ruslana,” I demand again.

“Her brother pissed me off. I don’t like to be disrespected like that. So, he is going to have to pay for the way he treated me,” he snarls.

“Are you joking?” I snap. “You are stalking Ruslana because you got a little embarrassed over losing a fight in a club?”

My comment makes him angrier.

“No, you stupid bitch—it’s bigger than that. Your families have both been pissing me off. It’s time to take down your alliance. It’s gotten too strong and the rest of us are over it.”

“Who isus?” I feel the tension flooding me when I realize this is much bigger than just some asshole stalker in a club.

“Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself properly.” He steps forward and holds out his hand towards me, as though he wants to shake mine. “Declan Volkov. The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure.”

Fuck.

This is bad.

This is very, very, very bad.

I tug Ruslana closer to me and take a step backwards.

Ruslana whispers, “Who is that?”

“A rival of our family,” I say.

He laughs, holding his hands out at his sides. “Come on, girls, there is nowhere to go. Ruslana—just come with me and no one else has to get hurt.”

“You’ll have to go through me if you want her,” I snarl at him.

“You’ll have to take both of us or none at all,” Ruslana says fiercely.

While I’m talking, I’m trying to slip my hand into my purse and feel around for the taser that I put in there, just in case.

I know I can’t take down a whole team of men, but I’m going to do my best to make it as difficult as possible for them.

I pull the taser out and hold it tightly in my hand. “Ruslana, on three, we are running.”

“What?” she stammers in shock. “To where?”

“Just run. It doesn’t matter where,” I whisper.

“Come on now, ladies, you know this is just a waste of time,” Declan says, his men pushing closer to us, closing the circle around us.

“Now,” I shout and push Ruslana to the side. She bolts back into the shop, I bolt to the left. I already know it’s pointless before it plays out, but I can’t just sit back and let them take us. Declan runs after Ruslana, which I knew he would do, but I spin on my heels and leap onto his back, jabbing the taser against his neck.

He goes rigid, dropping to his knees. I hold it against him, watching him convulse as his body shudders with volts of pain.

His men are furious, grabbing me and dragging me away from him.

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