Page 27 of Used By the Merciless Bratva
“Good.”
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We’re getting married tomorrow.
The one thought was what I kept repeating in my head to resist walking over to the monitors to watch her.
I had been busy with my tight work schedule lately, but that wasn’t why I hadn’t set foot in Katria’s room since the morning I made her sign the marriage papers. Her explosive anger toward me wasn’t notable enough to keep me away, either.
I stayed away from her for the mere fact that I couldn’t risk losing my control. I had only been in the same space as her twice, and I touched her on both occasions. I knew I couldn’t avoid being around her, especially after our wedding, but the few days of abstinence from her presence were needed for me to regain my bearings.
As I went through the documents on my table, my mind became more restless for another reason. I didn’t know what it was, but my instincts told me something was wrong. I wasn’t psychic or anything, but my instincts were rarely wrong. My brothers knew it, and my men could attest to it.
But this might just be because of the big step I’m about to take tomorrow.
It’s all happening too quickly; that’s probably why it feels like a danger alert.
I concluded that the feeling would pass on its own. When I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong after a few minutes, I dropped the papers and dialed Luka’s number.
Maybe something is really wrong.
“Boss,” Luka’s voice sounded through the phone.
“Where are you?”
“In the gardens, Boss. Should I come up?”
“I want you to do a whole boundary check. I suspect foul play tonight.”
“Okay, Boss. I’ll….”
Fuck. I was wrong.
Whatever he said next was drowned out by the sound of gunshots through the phone.
Jumping to my feet, I grabbed more guns from my drawers and hurried away from my desk. I went to the camera monitors, and as I looked at her sleeping form on the bed, I hoped I wasn’t too late.
I checked the external camera monitors to see men, undoubtedly armed, trickling in from the south gates.
Katria’s room was the first place I went to as I left my home office. She was wide awake, her green eyes alert, when I got inside the room.
“What’s going on?” she questioned, looking up at me from where she sat on the floor at the foot of her bed.
“Everything will be okay,” I answered. “Just don’t leave this room. For any reason.”
“Okay,” she agreed, her voice soft and unsure.
I had been prepared to yell at her or even restrain her if she proved stubborn as usual. I didn’t prepare for her not to voice a single protest.
Nodding, I left the room, locked the door, and went down the stairs.
“Boss! We can handle it. You—” Sava started, meeting me at the first landing, before I cut in.
“I know. Kat is your priority. Guard her hallway.”
“Yes, Boss.”
The booming of gunshots was louder and more unforgiving as I stepped out of the house and stalked toward the garden. It wasn’t hard to find Luka crouched behind the greenery as he fired shots.
