Page 87 of Forced By the Obsessed Bratva
Matvey muttered something Russian under his breath and cursed out loud. “I’m asking you again, Isaak, what was your relationship with Yulia?”
Isaak groaned, now bleeding from his nose and through the cuts on his lips. It was one solid punch, but his face looked all battered and bruised, like an assaulted worn-out sack of potatoes.
The tension in the room was so thick that a knife could slice through it. And yet, Isaak kept mute.
“Fucking speak, dammit! Else, I swear, I’m going to cut your fucking fingers off.”
Isaak whimpered. Matvey’s threat seemed to have broken something inside him, because now, he was crying. Likecrying. Real tears, bloody running nose, quaking shoulders—all of it.
“I didn’t….” His voice cracked, and he managed to look up into Matvey’s eyes. “She was…. We were….”
Watching him, I felt a tingle of infuriation slowly climb the walls of my heart. Because if this crying man did kill my sister, then I believed he deserved whatever wicked plan Matvey had in store for him. I wouldn’t even blink if he blew his head off.
“Quit stuttering and fucking talk,” Damien snapped behind him. “I’m holding onto my last thread of patience, and I swear, it’s going to snap very fucking soon.”
“We were lovers,” Isaak finally said, his head slumping forward in what looked like agony.
Rurik’s face twisted with rage, and fury etched into every sharp angle.
Eduard cursed under his breath in another foreign language, and Matvey didn’t say a word. With a quick turn, he stole a glimpse at me, and that was when I saw his jaw clenched tight and fists balled at his sides.
No one moved or blinked, but even I could feel something about to break in this room. And whatever it was, it wouldn’t be fixed easily.
“We were in love, Matvey. I wanted her, desired her…I fucking needed her more than any of you could ever understand!”
Isaak’s anger thundered against the walls and drowned in deafening silence. It seemed like the entire room held its breath, impatiently waiting for him to admit his guilt. But he looked more like a man drowning under waves of sorrow.
“The only thing I regret was not taking her away from here—from all of you much sooner.”
“And that’s supposed to mean what exactly?” an unmoved Eduard asked from the corner. One glance at him said he was ready to put a bullet through Isaak’s eyes.
Isaak didn’t care. His eyes remained defiant.
“It means I would never, never ever hurt Yulia.”
“You lie,” Damien spat, and before Matvey or anyone else could speak, he tossed a heavy silver band in front of Isaak. It hit the floor with a dull clink against the concrete, and I had to step forward to get a better look at the object.
It was a wristwatch, but it looked rusty, slightly dirty, and soiled with—
“Is that….” My stomach churned. I wanted to throw up. Struggling to find my voice, my heart sank, and my mouth went dry when I met my husband’s gaze. “Is that blood?”
“I dare you to deny that it doesn’t belong to you,” Damien growled. “Go on, say it.”
“You don’t understand. I didn’t do it. I didn’t. I saw her there.Ifound her.” Isaak had another meltdown, but my heart had stopped receiving every signal of empathy.
I wanted to yell at him, say something mean, and maybe rip his heart out for the pain and trauma he had caused me, but everything was still happening too fast for me to process.
Damien glared at Matvey. “Is there a reason you’re keeping this dog alive longer than he’s supposed to be?”
From the corner of my eye, I watched Matvey pull out his gun from his holster. The grip glinted as he handed it over to me.
His cousins and I looked at him, but he kept his eyes pinned on Isaak.
“Do whatever the fuck you want with him.”
I shuddered, knowing fully well that “do whatever you want” was, in reality, only one option: to kill him.
None of these men was going to let Isaak walk out of here alive. If I didn’t pull this trigger, one of them most certainly would do it with less grace.
