Page 77 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

This is about to happen.

There is no going back now.

I just hope that things go as smoothly as I planned.

Rodion is confidently sitting with his back to me, not a care in the world.

I walk up to him with caution.

“Rodion Kuznetsov,” I say when I am in hearing distance.

He stands up slowly and turns to face me. “Avraam Abaza,” he says my name slowly, annunciating each letter as though he was insulting me.

I clench my jaw.

Relax, Avraam.

You can reason with this man.

You can find a solution.

“Walk with me, Avraam,” he says, gesturing towards a path that leads around the park.

I fall in and walk alongside him, very aware of everything going on around us. It is a normal afternoon, people are coming and going, the sun is shining. Everything is fine.

“I want to discuss the safety of my men, the people who work for me,” I say.

“I want to discuss the return of my sister—the one you kidnapped and have been holding prisoner against her will—and what will happen if you don’t release her,” he says darkly.

My chest tightens. He is angry. He doesn’t seem to be here to negotiate at all.

“Are we here to talk and find a solution or—“

My words are cut off as three men leap from the trees along the side of the path. One clamps his hand over my mouth, and they drag me into the thick, hidden bushes.

I kick and fight back, but I don’t want to draw the attention of innocent people around us because I know these brothers—they will kill anyone and everyone who tries to help me.

My men will come.

My security team has their eyes on me.

Rodion stands over me, looking down at the ground where they have me on my knees, a gun to my head.

“Your men are already disarmed—if you were hoping for their help,” he says, nodding towards where my men were stationed.

Fuck.

Rodion swings his fist and the first blow disorients me.

His brothers step back and suddenly we are in an all-out fight.

He is strong, his punches slamming into my face and each kick feeling like it’s breaking bones.

I fight back, but I know I’m outnumbered. There are so many of them and only one of me.

I roll onto my side, spitting blood from my mouth, watching it bubble in the dirt of the forest floor.

“I will never release your sister,” I swear, angry and desperate to make them stop. I know they kill with ease. I know how callous they are.

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