Page 24 of Killer's Obsession
“What the fuck would the Bratva want with her?” I question, leaning forward in my chair.
Chief’s expression is serious. “She was Nikolai’s. Or she was supposed to be.” He shakes his head. “The shit Zero found is fucked, dude. Her own father sold her out to the motherfucking Bratva.”
My brows snap together. Her father sold her? To the Russians? The thought makes my stomach turn.
I run a hand over my faux hawk, trying to process this. “I don’t understand.”
“Her father had gambling debts. Owed the Russians a fuckton of money.” Chief’s voice is flat. “He offered his daughter as payment.”
My hand curls into a fist. What kind of monster sells his own child?
“Does she know?” I ask, my voice tight with barely contained fury.
Chief shrugs. “Fuck if I know, but that’s not my concern.”
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end. “What is your concern?” I ask, waiting for him to spit out whatever it is.
“Keeping her here is too dangerous,” Chief says, his expression hardening. “If Nikolai finds out she’s with us, he’ll bring the full weight of the Bratva down on our heads. We can’t risk it.”
I’m on my feet before I even realize I’m moving, pacing his office like a caged animal. “So what, you want to just hand her over to them? Fuck that.”
“I didn’t say that,” Chief snaps. “But I told you from the start, brother. You can’t keep her.”
I stop pacing, turning to face him. “And that’s where you were wrong. I am keeping her. She’s mine.”
Chief’s eyes narrow. “You sure about that? This isn’t just about getting your dick wet, Killer. This is?—”
“Don’t fucking talk about her like she’s some whore,” I snarl. “I love her.”
The words hang in the air between us, and I realize it’s the first time I’ve said them out loud. The first time I’ve even admitted it to myself.
But it’s true.
Chief stares at me for a long moment, then scrubs his hands over his face. “Fuck!”
I hold his gaze, not backing down. “I’m not letting her go.”
He sighs heavily. “Yeah. Okay. If you claim her as your old lady, the club—all chapters—will have to stand behind you when it comes to her.”
“I know.”
“And you’re prepared to put your brothers at risk for her?”
I lift a brow. “Would you?”
His eyes go hard. “Fuck.”
Exactly. He knows he would do the same fucking thing if he were in my shoes and anyone tried to come for Cora.
“I won’t let it come to that.”
Chief snorts. “You think Nikolai gives a fuck what you want? That crazy Russian will bring an army if he has to.”
“Let him try,” I growl, my hands clenching at my sides. “I’ll kill every last one of them before they touch her.”
Chief studies me, then nods. “Alright. You have my blessing. But Killer...” His expression turns serious. “You better be prepared for what’s coming. Because this shit? It’s gonna get ugly.”
“I can handle ugly.”
