Page 53 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

The rest of the drive is silent.

I watch the city drift by out of window and even though I try not to cry, it’s impossible.

Avraam doesn’t notice, though. He doesn’t look in my direction even once.

I can feel the hatred oozing from him—hatred towards me. Because he thinks I did this.

I will be patient and hopefully once he has had a chance to calm down, he will at least listen to me. Toreason.

For now—there is nothing I can do.

He parks the car in front of the house and climbs out, walking up the stairs without glancing back towards me.

I push the passenger door open and follow him inside.

Nervous fear spikes through me because I don’t know if he is angry enough to hurt me. Does he want revenge for what he thinks I did?

He walks upstairs so I stay downstairs, sitting in the living room, deciding it's best to give him some space for now.

A few hours go by. I’m still alone in the living room. I can’t stay here all night.

Every time I close my eyes, I can see that dead man’s face and it makes me want to cry all over again.

Avraam has not come downstairs at all.

I need something to do so I walk to the kitchen and start looking around for something to make us for dinner.

Even if he doesn’t want to talk, at least he will get a good meal, maybe some sleep—and we can talk in the morning.

I busy myself making tagliatelle with mushroom and creamy garlic sauce. I add little bacon bits and a touch of chili.

When it’s done, I dish up a plate of food for each of us.

But I’m so nervous to go and find him.

I’m also really angry. And really hurt.

But I can’t let my anger control me.

Yes—he isn’t being fair and the way he forced me to look at that man—it was horrible. But if we start holding grudges, we aren’t going to get anywhere. We will never be able to resolve this.

Once I get him to see the truth—that I had nothing to do with this—then it will ease the hurt. So, right now, I have to swallow my pride and just do my best to sort this out.

I pick up his plate of food. I know he’s in his office upstairs.

I decide to leave my food down here and just deliver his food to him and use it as an excuse to talk to him.

Climbing the stairs, a new fear strikes through me.

What if it was my brothers who did this?

Are they really capable of that?

Would they really go that far—just senselessly killing people as an act of revenge? It doesn’t make sense and it’s not the way I’ve ever seen them behave before. Even if they were angry that I was taken, they would attack the man who took me—if they knew who it was—they wouldn’t just randomly kill for no reason.

I bite my lip, worried and anxious, as I climb the final steps and walk towards his office.

At the door, I knock lightly. It's open and Avraam looks up at me from the paperwork in front of him.

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