Page 82 of Captured By the Bratva

“Yes. What the fuck is he doing?”

We watched as the man smashed and sliced all the artwork. I had no clue why, but I kept my focus on Becca more than anything. She was terrified, but standing strong. Nervous, but not hiding.

My sweetheart. So strong and determined to survive.

“Are you going to be okay with stepping in as a father to another man’s child?” Alek asked.

The question seemed ridiculous, given what we were doing. This wasn’t an idle time to chat. He had to be plotting and scoping the surroundings for how we could best get in there and save Becca.

But he asked me that, of all things? Right now?

“What?” I snapped.

“I see how you look at her.”

“With determination to get her out of there and kill that fucker?”

He nodded, still watching through the windows. “You are in love with her.”

I grunted. “Didn’t I just say that?”

“You love her?”

I wouldn’t deny it. I couldn’t. After the deep intimacy we shared earlier tonight, I had no doubt in my mind that Becca was the one woman for me, the perfect partner I hadn’t realized I’d been waiting for.

“Of course, I’d be a father to Emily.” I glanced at him, annoyed that he wanted to have this sentimental, let’s-talk-about-feelings crap right now. “It doesn’t matter whose sperm made her. She’s a baby. Innocent.”

Alek nodded. “Good. I just wanted to check.”

Shitty timing, though.

“So, how do you want to do this?”

There was no chance of breaking in from the front. The wide windows would give us away too soon.

I tipped my head to the side, indicating that we should go around to the back.

I’m coming for you, sweetheart.

I hated to lose sight of her, but it was only temporary. As soon as we rounded to the back and snuck in, I’d see her again and save her. Dominic was a dead man.

Leaving Alek out front might have been a good idea, to maintain a view of her, but he wouldn’t have been able to break in himself if things turned for the worse. Besides, he was my boss, the Bratva’sPakhan, and my beloved brother. I couldn’t leave him out here unprotected.

Together, we snuck to the back of the building. Bratva men were just finishing killing the Rossini guards out there, but it didn’t seem like they’d snuck in the back door yet.

Alek and I did, finding the enemy who’d started this all.

I held up my hand to stop Alek from shooting at Murphy.

After all the bullshit he’d put us through, hiding and staying untouchable while out of sight.

After all the abuse and neglect he’d done to Becca over her whole life.

Here he was, a pathetic piece of shit tearing through paintings, just like Dominic had been doing in the gallery space out front.

I’d been waiting for this moment, the sweet mark of time where I could end his life.

But he spun, noticing us and sneering. “Fuck off.”

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