Page 41 of Forced Bratva Hostage

“I need to get out,” I huff, folding my arms across my chest.

He snorts loudly. “I imagine you do, cupcake. But you aren’t going anywhere.” He doesn’t look up from the newspaper.

“I’m serious, Andrei. I’m going crazy. I hate being locked up like this. Boris used to lock me up, and I would lose my mind to the point where I’d have to sneak out and go dancing. It’s the best way to let off steam. Why don’t you come dancing with me?”

“Dancing?” he says is disbelief, finally looking at me, but his stare is skeptical and through narrowed eyes.

“Yes.Dancing. The night you kidnapped meright out of my bedroom,I was getting ready to sneak out and go dancing.” I sigh, rolling my eyes and slumping down on the sofa opposite him. “Please, I really need this,” I beg.

He shakes his head. “Why in the world would I risk letting you out to go dancing, Tatiana?”

“Because you’re not an asshole like my brother?” I say, full of hope.

If he takes me dancing, there is a high chance I can sneak off for a moment and use someone’s phone, or find a computer in the club, maybe in a back office, I don’t know.I have to try.

“I’m sobored.” I drag out the last word, trying to emphasize it and add drama.

Andrei folds the newspaper and leans forward on the sofa, glaring at me as though I’ve lost my mind.

“Why the fuck would I care if you’re bored or not? Do you think it’s my job to entertain you? You are here for a reason, and the reason does not involve dancing or going out to have fun,” he snaps with such a harsh tone that I jump in fright.

He’s never been this nasty with me before, not since we arrived at the mansion.

His eyes are cold and pale green, filled with agitation. My mind flashes back to how Boris used to speak to me. He looked at me with hatred and distaste as though I were something disgusting and unwanted.

Hurt by the way Andrei has turned so cold, I stand up, defiant and angry.

“Don’t speak to me like that. I was just asking a favor. You don’t have to treat me like shit. You could have just said no and left it at that.” I am on the verge of tears, but it’s more to do with my past than what is going on in this moment.

Andrei stands up too.

He shakes his head.

“Oh, and you would have listened if I just said no? You would have accepted my answer and left me alone? I’m not stupid, Tatiana,” he snarls. “You push until you piss people off, and then you’re surprised when they’re annoyed with you.”

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t have to push if people just let me live my own life instead of being a prisoner in their stupid plans.” I’m shouting now, all of my pain and frustration pouring out in a rush of anger.

The longer I glare at Andrei, the more he reminds me of Boris.

That same coldness.

That same immovability.

That same selfish, uncaring attitude.

“You’re just like him,” I shout.

Andrei’s face turns to stone. “The answer is no, Tatiana. Now get out of my face.”

I spin on my heel and storm from the living room, bolting up the stairs before he can see the tears streaming down my cheeks.

I’m going crazy here. I’m falling apart.

At some point, I tricked myself into thinking this place was an adventure. I pretended like it was a break from my horrible life at the estate.

But it’s not. I’m a prisoner. This isn’t a game or a holiday.

Andrei isnotmy friend.

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