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“They’re from one of the factions after you and the information you now possess,” I revealed.
“So…they wanted me?”
It didn’t feel good for a reason I didn’t understand, but it was only fair to tell her the truth.
When did I start caring about ‘fair’ for fuck’s sake?
I nodded in affirmation.
“They’re gone, some of them, at least,” I revealed. “But I’m not going to deceive you by saying the danger is over. What I can assure you of, however, is that they’ll have to pass through me before they reach you.”
Her eyes moved to the floor.
“I know marrying me is the last thing you want to do,” I admitted. “Right now, the options are dangerously limited. It’s the best option. One of them will reach you and kill you, otherwise. You can’t run from them.”
I waited for her retort or argument.
None came.
I left the room.
Chapter 7 – Kat
A nightmare was nothing compared to my reality. It wasn’t a dream I could just wake out of. It was a nagging truth that wouldn’t get away, regardless of how hard I shook it off.
My life was taking a turn I never would have imagined. Marriage wasn’t on my never-to-do list, but it wasn’t on my soon-to-do list either. In fact, I had a side plan of what my life would look like if love decided to never find me.
But all I had planned for myself was crumbling right before my very eyes, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I was sentenced to a married life with the man who killed my father and took all that meant the world to me at a young age. The marriage papers were signed, forcefully, and the wedding was scheduled for a few days later.
“Hello, beauty,” Sava greeted as he strolled into my room after knocking.
“Hi,” I answered, unfolding my arms.
Asking him to stop using the nickname for me was a pointless effort; he never listened.
“No appetite?” he asked, gesturing toward the plate of fried rice on the stool in front of me.
Crossing the room, he came to sit at the foot of the bed.
“Surprise,” I remarked dully, turning to my right to face him.
“If I’m being honest, you’re taking all this better than an average person would,” he said.
“I can’t exactly unleash my anger when I’m locked up in a room.”
He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, then he closed it again with a sigh.
Digging the heel of my palms into the bed on both sides of my body, I told him, “This isn’t the typical reluctant bridesituation you’ve seen a hundred times. The Yezhov Bratva killed my dad, Danil, in particular.”
My voice quivered with unshed tears as I revealed, “I was there that night. He ordered the shot that killed my dad right in my presence. My mom held me back in fear; she couldn’t risk him shooting me, too. He just stood there like a damn god, like he couldn’t be stopped or even held accountable for whatever the fuck he did. I hated it.”
“I can’t say I know what it must have felt like to witness that. I’m so sorry,” he said softly as he moved to sit beside me. “I never thought you witnessed it. We all know the Bratva eliminated your dad for some reason—”
“Treason,” I chipped in, a dry chuckle leaving my lips. “There’s nothing to sugarcoat.”
“But he was a father to you. Watching someone take him away from you must have been hell.”
I sighed.
