Page 60 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

Not with me—but with the situation.

He has ordered his men to investigate further into what happened and until they find out more, he’s promised not to retaliate. But I can tell that he doesn’t need any additional evidence. Based purely on his instincts—he thinks it is my brothers.

And he’s waiting.

The waiting is what’s making him so tense.

Because he is sure that they attacked his warehouse—he is also fully convinced that they know he has me, and he is waiting for them to make contact and negotiate my release.

I think that if they knew, they would have contacted him ages ago.

In my heart, I still can’t accept that it was my family who attacked his men. It’s not who they are. I want to believe it’s not them.

I’m also not naive though—perhaps in their panic and anger to get me back—they have crossed the line. I hope not.

I wander into the kitchen where Avraam is pouring himself a whiskey. Walking up behind him, I wrap my arms around his waist, and he tenses for a second.

“You gave me a fright,” he sighs.

“Only because you are so uptight. You need to relax,” I laugh, trying to ease the atmosphere.

“How can I relax? I hate waiting,” he says, turning to face me. I let my hands rest on his hips as I stare up at him.

Tilting my head to the side, a mischievous grin plays across my lips.

“What are you up to, little butterfly?” his eyes narrow over me.

“I had an idea.”

Avraam lifts the glass to his lips and sips the golden liquid. I wait, watching him, still smiling.

“What idea is drifting through that delightful mind of yours?”

“You kind of sort of still owe me—right—for all the stress—you know—to prove how sorry you are?” I scrunch my nose, hoping for the best.

He chuckles, “What do I owe you?”

“A night out.”

He stares at me for a moment. “Dinner? We can go for dinner if you like.”

“I was thinking more like dancing.”

“Clubbing? I don’t go to clubs.” He shakes his head. I wrap my arms tighter around his waist, pouting out my lower lip. “Don’t you want to dance with me?” I ask innocently rocking my hips up against him.

His eyes are suddenly filled with heated desire.

“Mm. I might want to dance with you,” he says, still sounding skeptical. “Or—we could stay in and—“

I grab his hand and tug him away from the counter. “Let’s go get ready. This is going to be so much fun.” I declare with excited enthusiasm.

He sighs and lets me drag him upstairs to the bedroom.

While he chooses what to wear, I pull on the only little dress I have. The glittery pink one Avraam bought me. The best part is that the pink of the dress matches my bright pink sneakers I was wearing the day he took me. It’s a perfect outfit.

I twirl in front of him when I’m ready. “See—I needed an excuse to wear this dress,” I giggle.

He shakes his head. “How exactly do you expect me to do anything but stare at you if you wear that?”

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