Page 95 of Innocent Bratva Twins

I release my fingers just enough and he sucks in a staggered, desperate breath of air.

“She’s—she’s—she’s in the warehouse—by—by the docks. The red building. With the blue—the blue—shutters.” He gasps and sobs and tries to tug my hand away from his neck.

“Thank you. I’ll make this quick.”

“No—“ his words cut off again, and this time I press harder. My fingers digging into his flesh as images of what mightbe happening to her flood my mind. He gave her to them. He betrayed me and he will pay for it with his life.

The blood vessels in his eyes burst as I increase pressure. The whites of his eyes turn red and his lips go from blue to purple.

Veins pulse along his temple and slowly his kicking stops. His fingers fall slack, his arm falls limp at his side.

His tongue, swollen and grotesque, protrudes out of his mouth.

I stand up, looking down at his lifeless body. Not a flicker of remorse touches me.

Turning from him, I dial Luka as I rush downstairs to my car.

“I know where she is,” I say, running him through everything that just happened. “Meet me at the pin I’ve just sent you. Bring everyone.”

My brothers and all of the Kuznetsov brothers have the red building surrounded. We close in around the building, moving in stealth until I burst forward and kick the door down.

All at once, we flood into the warehouse.

One by one, their men fall.

The scene is brutal as we move through the space. They never stood a chance. They never expected us. In their arrogance, they actually believed they had the upper hand.

“She’s here.” Rigor shouts over the gunfire.

I bolt towards him, pushing past him into the small room where Sera is being held. She’s tied to a chair, her eyes covered, her mouth gagged.

I drop my gun and hurriedly pull the blindfold from her face.

“It’s me, angel. It’s me.” I say, pulling the gag from her lips, I wipe her tears away. She is sobbing as she falls into my arms, leaning into me, clutching her fingers around my shirt and holding on with fear and desperation.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” I repeat as I lift her and carry her out of the hell she’s been trapped in. I can’t believe she had to go through this because of me. I can never let this happen again.

Outside the building, I pause, seeing Yilian run towards me. “Get her out of here. We’re going to knock these fuckers off the face of the planet.”

I nod. She doesn’t need to see any of this.

Setting her into the passenger seat of my car, I climb in as well and turn towards her.

“Sera?” She hasn’t said a word. “Are you hurt?”

She shakes her head. She lifts her hand towards me, but it’s shaking so badly she pauses, staring at it. I pull her into another hug, and she climbs onto my lap, crying into my shoulder. “I knew you’d come.” She says. ”I knew everything would be ok.”

At home, in the penthouse, Sera has spent the last forty minutes soaking in the tub and I’ve prepared some food for her, anxious to speak to her, but reluctant to say what needs to be said.

I’ve never felt more disgusting in my entire life. Disgusted with myself for doing this to her. Angry that I was so selfish. Angry that I didn’t let her go before it got to this point. Everything that happened is my fault.

She walks into the living room, rubbing a towel over her damp hair. The pink sweatpants and hoodie look cute on her. If I look at her now, I would never guess what she’s been through.

The scars and trauma of what has happened will be in her heart.

She sits down next to me and I take a heavy breath.

“I’ve been wrong, Serafina.”

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