Page 14 of Cruel Honor

“Took your virginity, I know.”

Multiple men and women gasp at his knowledge. Shit. This will only put me in more hot water with the other Bratva father’s.

“But listen,” I say. “We can still be friends.” An utter fucking lie.

Tatiana scrunches up her face, and it’s not attractive on her even though I’m sure she thinks it’s a good look. “I don’t want to be friends. I want you to be my husband!”

“You will marry her, Dimitri,” Abram says.

I cross my arms. “Or?”

“Or?”

“Or what? You’re not going to blow my club up with everyone inside. That’s not becoming of you Abram. So … or what? What are you going to do?”

He gets closer to me and shoves his finger against my chest. “I’ll be back, Dimitri. I’ll be back to make you regret this decision. If you don’t marry Tatiana, then I’ll bring war to you.”

The selfless thing to do would be to marry Tatiana. But it’s not an easy decision. Not when there’s Irina, who’s sexy and knows how to suck a cock. She would make a fun wife.

And then there’s Evie.

No one has ever spoken to me the way she did. So factual. So polite. Yet so reassured of herself. She’s not a Bratva woman, and she’s Katya’s best friend, so that makes her off limits. But I felt an excitement course through me when I spoke to her that I haven’t felt … ever.

Either way, I can’t marry Tatiana. So, I decide to be honest with Abram.

“Then let there be war.”

His eyes practically bug out of his head. “You will regret this.”

“We’ll see.”

And then I hear the scream.

Turning around, I spy Evie getting dragged out the back door by a man I know. Dima. He’s a little shit who likes to cause trouble.

Katya is on the floor.

I run right for her.

“Where are you going?” Abram shouts. “Come back here!”

I ignore him and reach Katya’s side. I shake her, but she doesn’t wake up.

It dawns on me how stupid this fucking ball is. Did I seriously think I’d find a wife in this mess? And now my sister is hurt, and Abram wants to start a war.

It’s kind of miraculous how badly I fucked things up even more.

Chapter

Three

EVIE

His hand stinks like oil and sweat.

I try to speak, but I can’t with his hand over my mouth. All I can feel is him dragging me out of the club into a back alleyway.

I never should’ve left tonight. The world was so much safer when it was just in books.

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