Page 17 of Forced Bratva Hostage

“Yes,” I sigh.

“I’m not sharing with—um—anyone?” she raises her brows.

“No, Tatiana, this is your room. Why the fuck would you be sharing with someone?” I growl.

“I’m just surprised, that’s all,” she hisses defensively. “I thought you were going to make me shareyourbed and sleep with you just like you forced me to marry you, force me to bear your children like the fucking caveman you are.” She is feisty and rude, and I love the trace of anger I hear in her voice.

Stepping close to her, I pin her against the open door. She lets out a sharp breath of surprise as I press my body to hers and my hand on the door above her head.

“Why, do youwantme to do that?” I whisper darkly, smirking.

Her mouth drops open as she screams in horror and pushes me away. I let her, stepping back and giving her space.

“You’re a savage,” she shouts as she grabs the door and slams it closed, leaving me standing outside her bedroom, grinning in amusement at her reaction. My body is tingling with delight as a streak of desire pulses through me. She’s a lot fun totease, and such a hot little mess. I bet she’s a firecracker in bed. My smile widens.

But suddenly I realize what I’m doing.

I’msmilingbecause I’menjoyingthis.

I’m not supposed to be enjoying this. She’s not here for fun or laughter or entertainment.

She is the key to my entire plan for revenge.

“Fuck’s sake,” I mutter, angry with myself for getting so distracted. Distractions lead to mistakes, and I can’t afford to make any mistakes if I want to avenge my friend’s murder.

Stop being a fucking idiot, Andrei.

I storm off to my bedroom. I need a shower and a fresh change of clothes. I need to reset my thoughts and my focus and get back on track.

She’s here.

We’re married.

The next step can begin.

***

In the bedroom, I mutter to myself about what just happened.

It’s been ages since I was attracted to anyone.

Girls come and go, but I have had very little interest in pursuing anything with anyone. I had work to do, friends, business, a life—the idea of being in a relationship was not interesting enough.

It still isn’t.

I’m married purely for a purpose.

As soon as this is over, she can leave. She can do whatever she wants. I have no intention of hurting her—only her brother, who I want nothing more than to see suffer.

The moment his life is snuffed from this world, my revenge will be complete.

Stepping under the hot shower, my skin turns red as the heat pours over me. I sigh loudly, leaning forward and letting the water run down my back.

I have a few meetings set up, and I expect some commotion when I suddenly come out of hiding.

I’m sure word will spread quickly enough. People have been looking for me. Grig’s brothers and their associates might try and contact me.

I thought about including them in my plans, but I don’t know whom I can trust. It’s easier to just do it myself.

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