Page 7 of Forced Innocent Bratva Bride

“No,” he said, receding with silent footsteps. “But when you do find her, tell her I said she owes me a sandwich.”

His tone was jovial as he turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

I squinted, wondering what he meant by that, but knowing Ravyn, she must have snatched his sandwich at some point—before or after the exams, I wasn't sure.

I picked up my pace, nodding and exchanging smiles with familiar faces until I rounded a corner and spotted her leaning against the locker, eating a sandwich.

“There you are!” she exclaimed with her mouth full when she saw me waking up to her. “I've been looking all over for you.”

“Same here.” I halted in front of her, my heart racing with excitement.

We stared at each other, mirroring our faces with uncontrollable smiles before finally letting out a joyous shriek in unison. “Ahhh!”

Our arms flailed as we embraced each other in a tight hug.

“We did it, Ravyn!” I pulled away, feeling the rush of excitement flowing through my blood. “We survived.”

She released me and took another bite of her sandwich. “I amsodone with exams. Thank God.” A deep groan of relief escaped her lips. Her eyes widened, sparkling with mirth. “So, what's the plan: dinner, movies…partying all night?” She threw her hands in the air, her body swaying to an imaginary music.

“I'll do you one better,” I said, my lips curling into a mischievous grin.

She squinted, tilting her head to the side, as she anticipated my response.

“We're going to Hawaii,” I announced, retaining her smile.

Her brows arched in surprise. “For real?” A glint of amusement danced in her eyes. “Usually,I'mthe one who comes up with stuff like this.”

I laughed, shrugging my shoulders. “Well, it turns out that I'm picking up a thing or two from you.”

“Atta girl!” She wrapped her arm around me.

“Oh…and, uh, Beck says to tell you that you owe him a sandwich,” I relayed the message amidst chuckles.

She raised her brows, her expression transforming to incredulity. “You mean this sandwich?” She flashed it before my eyes. “Well, tell Beck that I'll buy a sandwich when he buys himself a treadmill.”

I burst out laughing. “I'll pass that on.”

Her lips curled into a smirk as we headed out of the hallway. “Better yet, tell him I said he owes me a gym membership for having to watch him eat that whole pizza two days ago.”

I laughed so hard my ribs ached.

“Seriously, that guy needs portion control,” she added, giggling as she munched on his sandwich without remorse.

I squinted at the sun's brightness, a palm hovering over my eyes as we stepped outside, strolling down the long steps at the entrance.

We glided through the parking lot, the warm sun casting a golden glow on the vehicles and motorcycles. We headed toward Ravyn's shiny black Mercedes Benz and settled into the plush cream-colored interior.

The air was filled with the aroma of fine leather and the soft hum of the engine roaring to life as she started the car.

“Where to?” Ravyn asked, stealing a glance at me, riding shotgun.

“Anywhere but here,” I replied, taking out my phone from my back pocket. “We've got a trip to plan.” My brows wiggled at her.

“Oh, I like the sound of that.” Her smirk broadened, the car's tires squealing as she noisily drove away.

“Okay…” I drawled lazily, eyes fixed on my phone's screen as I navigated through the airline's website. “Let’s book those tickets, shall we?” I muttered under my breath, filling out the necessary forms.

“I can't wait to get out of this city. I feel suffocated already,” Ravyn said, eyes fixed on the road. “You did good coming up with this idea.” She shot a quick look at me. “Why didn't I think of that?”

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