Page 54 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

His face immediately turns dark and full of anger.

I see hate in his eyes.

I swallow hard.

“I made you some food. I think—you should eat something. It’s been a long day.”

I step cautiously into the office, putting the plate onto his desk.

Then, I step back and try to find the courage to talk to him again.

My hands are fidgeting and twisting in front of my body.

He is still glaring at me with his arms folded across his broad chest.

His shirt sleeves are rolled up over his forearms and the muscles flex as he moves, rippling under his skin.

“Avraam, I couldn’t have been involved in that attack. I just wanted to talk to you about it because I can see how upset you are and—“

“Upset? Oh, darling, I’m not upset. I’m livid. I’m furious. I’m about to tear your entire world apart.”

He stands up, leaning his knuckles into the desk, his massive shoulders bulked out and everything about the way he is looking at me is a menacing warning.

“Ididn’tdo this,”I say with exasperation. Desperation to make him understand is gripping me deeper by the second.

He pulls his mouth tight, rolling his jaw and glaring at me.

His eyes fall onto the food and he starts laughing—but its dark and unkind.

Picking up the plate he stares at the food.

“How stupid do you think I am?” he asks.

“What?” I stammer in confusion.

He flings the plate over my head, smashing it against the office wall. Food drips down the clean white surface, onto the floor.

I am ducked low, shaking, shocked at his outburst.

“You want to poison me? Girl, I won’t make it that easy,” he hisses.

I stand up slowly, salty tears streaking my cheeks as I glare at him with rage.

I tried.

I really tried to ease the tension between us and to have a decent conversation.

He has lost his fucking mind and I refuse to let him treat me like this.

I lift my chin, filled with defiance.

Inside my heart is shattering into a thousand shards of glittering glass.

He has no idea how much he is hurting me right now. But clearly—he doesn’t care.

With one last heavy huff of frustration, I turn my back on him and walk out of his office. He can deal with the mess he’s made because I’m certainly not going to fucking clean that up.

I go downstairs, pick up my own plate of food and carry it up to my bedroom.Not his.

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