Page 47 of Kidnapped Prisoner By the Bratva
Fuck.
“He ceased to be my boss the day he decided to make you his bride,” Luka growled, unsheathing a blade.
My breath hitched, and my body stiffened, my heart racing in my chest.
“He should’ve listened to the council. They know better.” His gaze swept over me in a rather condescending way. “Instead, he chose to turn against them just so he could fuck that pussy of yours and own your body.”
His words made my blood boil in anger, and with all that adrenaline coursing through me, I shoved him back. While he laughed at me, I picked up the stone and smashed it into the side of his head.
He groaned, retaliating with a punch that knocked me to the ground. I screamed when I grabbed my feet and dragged me across the floor.
“You little devil!” he bellowed, reaching down to choke me.
I grabbed his hand and bit his finger with every ounce of strength that I could muster. His groan was agonizing, and with all that rage, he smacked me across the face with his free hand.
The impact turned my head to the side, and for a moment there, I thought that I was blind. There was a ringing in my ear, so loud I barely heard anything. He straddled me, his armsreaching down for my neck, when suddenly, a powerful force dragged him off me.
I gasped for air, my palm on my heaving chest as I blinked rapidly, hoping that that slap hadn’t blinded me for life. My whole body ached, and although the ringing in my ear was still loud as fuck, I could still hear the muffled groans and thick grunts that filled the air.
My head turned toward the noise, and that’s when I saw, with blurry vision, two men exchanging blows and kicks. I rubbed my eyes for a second, my vision clearing gradually.
The other man—the newcomer that saved me…that was Val. And he was aggressive as hell. His face was a mask of fury, and his blows were thrown with unrelenting force. At first, I thought what I saw was two men fighting, but as my eyesight returned, I realized that wasn’t the case at all. It wasn’t a fight. No. It was a beating.
Val was swinging heavy, precise punches and never missed even one. Luka wasn’t fighting back; he was just being pummeled. Val was clearly stronger, faster, and angrier.
I watched him knock Luka to the ground, mounting him in one swift motion. With both hands, he drilled punches into Luka’s face—punches so heavy that blood spilled on each impact. He struck Luka’s face over and over and over again until his knuckles were covered in blood.
By this time, the ringing in my ears had died down. All I could hear was the thudding sound of Luka’s head being bashed into the ground with each blow. The floor beneath his head had cracked and continued cracking the more Val threw those heavy blows.
Luka’s body had now stopped moving; his arms had fallen to his sides, motionless. I was pretty sure that he was dead. But Val didn’t stop striking him, again and again and again. Thedespicable sight of him taking the life of someone he’d known for ages made my stomach turn.
Val’s face was stained with splashes of his victim’s blood. His hair was tousled from the struggle, and his breathing was so heavy it echoed off the walls.
He rose to his feet, blood dripping from his knuckles, shoulders rising and falling as his cold settled on the lifeless body beneath him.
All I saw was a beast—a scary monster.
But the good thing was, this monster was my protector. And tonight, he just proved that he’d do anything to keep me out of harm’s way. Including murdering his own right-hand man in cold blood.
I thought they said he left the mansion to take care of a private problem. What happened? How did he get here so fast? And how the hell did he know where to find me?
Only one answer made sense to me: He must have lied to everyone that he was leaving so he’d catch the mole. Val might have set this whole thing up in order to lure out the Judas amongst his men.
Hold on a minute, did he use me as bait? Oh, he better not have.
Val rushed over to me, but the moment our eyes met, he paused, masking his anxiety with a flat expression. He didn’t say a word, but judging by the way his jaw flexed, I could tell that he hated seeing me in that state on the ground.
He crouched before me and carried me in his arms bridal style, where I felt safe and secure. I was mad at him, and he had a lot of explaining to do, but for now, my body needed rest and probably medical attention.
I was too disorganized to be angry, too numb to speak, but we’d definitely have this conversation later. Val carried meup the stairs and went straight to his own master bathroom—and all this time, he never uttered a word.
Chapter 18 – Val
I sat on a couch across the bed in my master bedroom, watching her sleep peacefully, snuggled beneath the sheets. She looked so innocent and gorgeous with her eyelids shut—so fragile.
She almost lost her life last night. Again. And it was all because of me. Again. Ever since I dragged her into this world of violence, death, and destruction, she’d survived one chaos after another.
Perhaps it was true that I ruined her life, because it’s clear that she was safer before she met me. At least then, her biggest problem was how to pass an exam, get good grades, and raise money for a better camera. She’d never had to worry about someone trying to kill her until I came along.
