Page 53 of The Bratva's Hunted Bride
I spin on my heels and storm out of the office, through the warehouse, and to the parking area.
My boots crunch on gravel as I walk toward my car.
She’s still in my thoughts.
I swear I can still smell her on my clothes, in my home, on my sheets.
I’m going crazy.
Butfuck her for leaving. Fuck her for doing this to me.
I won’t call her.
I won’t belittle myself for someone who doesn’t want me.
Call her. You can convince her to come back.
I tug my car door open and climb inside. My head is spinning again. I’ve had this argument with myself a thousand times.
Call her.
Don’t call her.
It’s endless.
It’s pointless.
I drive. But I have no idea where I’m going. I’m not headed toward home. Home is hell without her there. My entire life has become a living hell.
I reach the open road and push my foot harder against the accelerator. Speeding past other cars, racing, dangerously uncontrollable. I want this to end. I want the pain to end. I roll the windows down as wind whips against my face.
“Fuck!” I scream against the wind.
I’d rather die than be without her.
As the thought strikes through my body, I slam on the brakes. Cars around me press their horns, someone hangs out of the window, swearing at me, waving, and gesturing, and telling me to burn in hell.
I laugh bitterly. He doesn’t know I’m already there.
I’d rather die than be without her.
I turn the car around, driving slower as I head back to the mansion.
I do need a shower. I need to clear my head and eat something.
And tonight, I’m going to find her.
Maybe the mistake I made was giving her the choice to leave me in the first place. She was mine. Sheis mine.And I shouldtakeher back. She can learn to love me again. I will force her to love me. I did it once. I can do it again.
Chapter 22 - Talia
If I thought the week before I left Timofey was agony, I had no idea how terrible it would beafterI’d actually left.
I can barely function. I’m trying so hard to hold myself together, to stay strong, to pretend things are ok in front of my brothers…but I’m falling apart. My head is a mess, and my heart is a mess.
Marlen insisted that I stay in the family home, not trusting me to be alone at my apartment. So, all of them have a constant and watchful eye on me.
I check my phone constantly, waiting for a message or a call from Timofey.
