Page 45 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

In my dream, he wanted me.

We were making wild and passionate love on a beach.

I sigh loudly, sipping my coffee, blinking away the stupid dream memories.

Where in the world is he planning on taking me?

A nervous flood of fear spikes inside me. Have I become too much of a burden and now he wants to get rid of me?

Between yesterday morning and then last night’s incredibly awkward tension—maybe he’s just over all of this. Maybe he’s planning on keeping me locked up somewhere else. What if he is planning to let someone like Royce watch over me?

Suddenly, I feel sick with fear.

I set the coffee down on the side table and climb out of bed.

I guess there is no delaying the inevitable. I will find out soon enough. And no matter what it is—it’s not like I have any control over it.

Pulling on a pair of dark denim jeans and a white sweater, I brush my hair up into a high, messy bun.

I will do my best to stay calm whatever happens.

It’s all I can do.

After I’m done in the bathroom, I head downstairs to wait for Avraam. He is already there, at the front door, looking down at his phone and organizing something.

“I’m ready,” I say nervously, stepping towards him.

“Ah, great, let’s get going then.”

He pulls the front door open and gestures for me to walk out of it.

The fresh, cool breeze hits me like a summer storm and makes me smile. It feels amazing to be outside. I have been trapped in that house for weeks and feeling the real sun on my skin, a soft breeze and the smell of petals in the air—it feels so good.

Avraam presses his hand against my lower back, making me realize that I’ve stopped walking and I’m just standing there with a stupid grin on my face. “We have to get going, Ruslana. Come on. Get into the car, please.”

He asks so nicely it brings up that trace of fear again. Why is he being so nice? He even made me a cup of coffee. Is he feeling bad about what he is about to do?

One of the security guards pulls the car door open for me and I duck into the passenger seat, sitting tensely, nervous for whatever is about to happen.

I could ask.

I could just flat out demand that he tells me what’s going on.

But I’m too scared to do that.

Just for the moment I can pretend that everything is ok and nothing bad is about to happen.

He starts the car, revs it a little and then drives out of the estate.

The mansion grows smaller behind us as we drive towards town.

It is so weird to be in a car after all this time.

I watch out of the window, enjoying the scenery and refusing to let myself think about anything at all.

Avraam pulls over and parks outside a beauty salon.

He walks around the car and opens my door for me. “Are you coming?” he smiles.

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