Page 60 of Innocent Bratva Hostage

Dad and I used to go there because it was quiet and calm. The scenery was even more beautiful than it was here. I wondered if the message had anything to do with that house. Would I find anything helpful if I went there?

It didn’t make any sense yet, but it wouldn’t hurt to try, just in case.

Just as I picked up my phone to send a text to Andrei about visiting the lake house, I heard the screeching of tires outside.

I hurried to the window to see who it was. Only Andrei knew I was here. He’d placed four guards outside, yet he’d also instructed me to be on alert and call him if I suspected anything. After the whole showdown with Gavril, I knew better than not to take his warning seriously.

I still had nightmares from that day, but rather than my cries, it was Gavril’s screams I heard. I should’ve been terrifiedof Andrei—horrified that he could do that to a man. Instead, I found some comfort in knowing that he would never let anyone who hurt me get away with it.

Maybe I wasn’t all that good and innocent. Maybe I was just as dark and twisted as Andrei after all because a pig like Gavril got what was coming to him. Who knew how many innocent people he’d tortured like that?

I huffed a breath and shifted my attention outside when the sound of the car engine died down, and I heard the door open,

It was Andrei.

He’d driven his white Lamborghini today.

The wind ruffled his dirty blond hair as he climbed out of the car and shut the door.

My jaw dropped at how handsome he looked in the white pair of shorts and shirt he wore. It wasn’t his usual style, as I’d grown accustomed to seeing him in black suits and shirts.

He had a different look today—one that made the butterflies in my stomach flutter. His legs were made of solid muscles, and so were his arms, and my goodness…there was no way his handsomeness was ordinary.

I wondered what his parents looked like. They must have been quite attractive to have a son who looked this good.

To be honest, I wouldn’t mind having a child with him. He was handsome, strong, and intelligent. Giving my child some of those good genes wouldn’t be a bad choice.

As he walked toward the entrance, I padded to the front door and opened it before he could ring the doorbell.

Piercing blue eyes met mine, and it was hard to bite back the smile on my lips. “Hi.”

He didn’t smile back. Instead, he pulled me in for a gentle hug and kissed the top of my head. “How are you?”

I pulled back, noticing the crack in his usual demeanor. “I’m good. Is everything alright? You look….” I trailed off, unable to find the right word to describe the look on his face.

“I’m fine,solnishko. I came to discuss something.”

My stomach twisted. Something wasn’t right. I wonder what it was he came to discuss.

I moved out of the way to let him in, and closing the door, I sauntered after him. “Would you like something? Coffee, maybe?”

“A cup of black coffee will do.”

I smiled at him. “I’ll be right back.”

I went off to the kitchen and made two cups of coffee—one black coffee and one latte. They matched our different personalities in a way.

Returning to the living room, I placed the cup of black coffee in front of him and sat on the couch across from him with mine, curling my legs on the couch.

“You said you wanted to discuss something?”

“I do.” Bringing the coffee to his lips, he took a sip of it, but rather than wince from the bitterness, his face remained a blank mask. “It’s about your father.”

I straightened forward; my interest was piqued. “What is it about Dad? Have you found his killers?”

“Not yet, but I found something helpful.” He took out his phone from his pocket and tapped on it a few times. Placing it on the coffee table, he pushed it toward me. “I did a little digging to find his murderers, and I found something really interesting.”

I picked up the phone and zoomed in on the picture on the screen. It was a bullet. It still had stains of blood, even though it had clearly been wiped.

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