Page 92 of Virgin Bratva Hostage

I sigh, running my hands through my hair.

It’s late. I should just go to bed.

I hate going to bed because it’s the time when I feel the emptiest.

I reach out across the blankets to where she used to sleep, and the space is empty and cold. It’s a horrible feeling.

But still—I need to sleep or I will go insane.

Perhaps insanity will be a relief from this constant pain of missing Ruslana.

I trudge up the stairs, dragging my feet, not caring about a damned thing.

After a brief shower, I tug on a pair of sweatpants and climb beneath the covers. I tell myself not to—but just the same as every other night—I reach out and touch the bed where she used to lie and a deep ache shoots through my heart.

“Fuck, I miss you so much butterfly,” I sigh, turning my back to her side and closing my eyes.

I never deserved her.

I have to accept that.

I fall asleep and the same dream drifts through my dreamscape.

“Avraam,” she whispers my name and I roll over in bed to face her. Her smile is gorgeous and lights up her entire face. I reach out and touch her cheek, brushing my hand over her soft skin. “Yes, my love?”

“I’m cold, will you hold me?”

I grin and shift closer to her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against my chest. She rests her head on my shoulder, her fingers twirling delicate circles over my abs. “Why aren’t you asleep?” I whisper against her hair, breathing in delicious scents of wild jasmine and dark musk roses.

“I had a bad dream. We couldn’t be together. It was scary.”

I hold her tighter. “We will always be together, butterfly. We are meant to be together. I will never let anyone take you from me,” I say, kissing the top of her head. She snuggles closer to me and closes her eyes.

I watch her as she falls asleep and my heart is happy.

“Avraam,” I hear her voice and sigh. Rolling towards her side of the bed but not bothering to open my eyes and see the empty space. The dream is still fresh in my mind. I want to go back there. I don’t want to face reality.

“Avraam.” It’s a soft whisper.

My eyes shoot open.

She is lying next to me, her head on the pillow, her long hair flowing over it like silk.

“Ruslana,” I whisper, reaching out to touch her face. Wishing this wasn’t a dream.

But when my hand brushes over her skin I know I’m not dreaming.

She is here.

She’s right next to me—in my bed—her warmth—her face—her smile—

My heart goes crazy, beating too fast, too loud and completely unrestrained.

“Ruslana?” I say in shock, sitting up.

She sits up too and before she can say anything, I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a hug.

I can’t believe she’s here.

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