Page 57 of Innocent Bratva Twins

I drive much faster than I should be driving, screaming around corners, my tires skidding on the icy roads, my mind racing with everything that might be happening to her.

If they fucking took her, if they lay one fucking hand on her, I will kill them all. Every last one of those fucking Orlovs. Their children’s children will die before they’ve taken their first breath into the world. I will kill them and their entire bloodline.

My car skids to a halt outside her apartment. I climb out, almost slipping on the road. I run to her front door and try the handle. It’s locked. I knock, loud and aggressive, banging against her door until I hear her voice from inside.

“Stop that, I’m coming. There’s no need to break the door down—“ Her mouth drops open when she sees me standing there.

She’s wrapped in a towel, water dripping from her body. Her eyes wide in shock. “Nico?” she stammers. “Am I late? I thought—“

I’m so relieved to find her unharmed that I’ve frozen in place, just staring at her.

She grabs my wrist to check the time on my watch.

“I’m not late,” she huffs.

I grab her into my arms, pulling her out onto the front step as I lift her off the ground and hug her tightly.

“Nico, it’s freezing out here,” she squeals, wiggling in fright.

I step into her house, still holding her.

“What’s going on?” she asks, her brows knitted and her eyes glaring at me when I put her down again.

Shit. What can I say to explain this?

“I need you to get ready and come with me,” I say. Just because someone hasn't taken her yet doesn’t mean she’s safe.

“Where?” she snaps.

“I’ll explain later. But right now we need to go.”

She shakes her head. Folding her arms across her chest, she says, “I’m not going anywhere until you explain what is going on.”

“Sera, get dressed. Right now. We don’t have time for this,” I snarl.

Her eyes go wide, and she realizes she’s going to get nowhere arguing with me.

I follow her into her bedroom and see the white dress spread across her bed, ready for her to get into for our date.

Guilt aches deep in my chest again.

She tugs her closet open in a huff and steps into a pair of jeans. She grabs a crop top and pulls it on, then a very cozy grey hoodie.

“I assume we aren’t going somewhere fancy?” she sasses at me.

I shake my head.

When she has her sneakers on her feet and her purse over her shoulder, I lead her out to the car, opening her door for her while my eyes scan up and down the street, searching for danger.

Chapter 16 - Serafina

So much for our romantic date.

He’s acting so weird.

He came bursting into my apartment like it was on fire and he had to rescue me from the flames. Then he was rude to me again, and now we’re driving to…Actually, I have no idea where we're going, and he hasn’t said a word.

“Where are we going?” I huff, folding my arms across my chest as I glare at him across the car. His jaw muscles twitch as he clenches his teeth.

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