Page 52 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

I don’t understand why Avraam thinks this was me. Why he thinks I would do something like this.

“Avraam—“ I say, but no sound comes from my lips. I swallow hard and lick my lips. Then I close my eyes for a moment to try and pull myself together.

“Avraam,” I try again and a whisper draws his attention to me. “Please, believe me,” I beg him. But the hate in his eyes is too real. It burns into me.

He is in pain over the death of his men and right now he is not seeing straight. He is not thinking clearly at all. When he looks at me I don’t think he even sees me.

Now is not the time to try and talk to him.

I press my lips together, forcing myself not to carry on, begging him to hear me.

I drag myself to my feet. Keeping a distance from him because I don’t know what he wants to do with me. The way he handled me a moment ago was terrifying and I’d rather not go through that again.

I can see his heart is breaking. The agony that is ripping through his mind and body are painful to watch. Avraam really cares about the people who work for him and even though he is blaming me for this—he looks like he is also blaming himself.

He walks over to Dex and talks quietly to him. Dex nods, glancing at me.

Then Avraam strides towards me. I flinch and stand tense, waiting for something but unsure what to expect.

He grabs my arm and starts walking out of the warehouse back towards the car. I stumble and almost fall, but he doesn’t stop, he just keeps pulling me along.

Yanking the door open, he shoves me into the passenger seat of his car and his dark eyes shoot daggers at me before he slams the door shut.

I flinch again as the car rocks from the force of it.

I squeeze my legs together, tucking my elbows tight against my sides, trying to take up as little space as possible. I am so scared of him right now—and this uncontrolled anger.

Avraam climbs in and starts the engine, revving, then the wheels are spinning on gravel and sending a shower of small rocks flying out from behind us.

I bite my lip.

I want to talk to him. I want him toknowI had nothing to do with this. I wouldn’t have betrayed him like that—especially not after—after what we just shared.

My heart is in the pit of my stomach. How can he think that I would give up my virginity just as a tool to distract him so that my brothers could kill people? It’s so dark and twisted.

We drive through town in heavy, electrified silence. One spark could set him off and ignite the air between is. I feel like I’m in danger, but I keep trying to reassure myself that he would never hurt me.

But he did hurt me earlier in the warehouse.

I can’t just leave this.

I have to try and make him see the truth.

“Avraam—it couldn’t have been me. How could I plan something like that or be involved in any way when you have me under guard twenty-four hours of the day?”

He stares dead ahead, watching the road, not saying a word.

“I don’t even talk to anyone—the only person I see is you—,“ I try again, but his silence is even heavier than before. The pain of it cuts into me and breaks my heart.

How can he be so cold towards me after we just made love? After he was so gentle and tender. I don’t understand it.

I stare at the silhouette of his profile against the evening sky. His brows are knotted tightly, and his jaw muscles are feathering back and forth. He is too upset. What he just saw in that warehouse has caused him a lot of pain.

I need to give him time.

Even though his accusations have hurt me deeply—I have to try and understand what he is going through too. I have to be the bigger person.

I force myself to relax and sit quietly.

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