Page 63 of Used By the Merciless Bratva
He didn’t resist. He simply followed me, his steps heavy and slow. We walked to the suite in silence; the only sound was the steady beat of the rain. When we were inside, I left him on a chair in the sitting area, gently pushing him down. He sank into it, his head falling back against the cushions.
“Where does it hurt?” I asked, my voice a simple command.
“It’s just a graze,” he insisted, his eyes closed.
“Let me be the judge of that,” I shot back, my tone sharp. I went to the bathroom, grabbing a first-aid kit, a towel, and abasin of warm water. I returned to the living room and knelt before him, the reality of his injury right before me. I pulled his wet shirt away from the wound, and my breath caught in my throat. It wasn’t just a graze. It was a deep, angry gash, blood still oozing from the torn skin.
I dipped the cloth in warm water and began cleaning the wound. His body was tense, but he didn’t flinch. His eyes, now open, were fixed on me, a silent, unreadable look in their depths.
“Does it hurt?” I asked, my voice softer now.
“No,” he said, his voice flat. He was lying. I could see the pain in the tight line of his jaw.
“You don’t have to pretend, Danil,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “You don’t have to be strong. Not right now.” I pressed the cloth to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. “You said you have many enemies. You said this is just a cost of doing business. But…this is so much more than that.”
He watched me, his gaze intense, his silence more powerful than any word he could speak. He was letting me in. He was allowing me to see him, broken and vulnerable.
“I’m scared,” I said, the words raw, with honest confession. I didn’t hide it this time. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze head-on. “I’m scared of this world. I’m scared of what you’re capable of. I’m scared of you. I’m scared of them. I signed those papers, Danil. I put my trust in you. I didn’t know what that would mean. I didn’t knowthisis what you deal with every day.”
He just watched me with a silent, penetrating gaze that seemed to see right through me.
“I’m scared, so scared, Danil. I don’t know how far this will go. I don’t want any trouble. I don’t want to see you in this mess either. I never envisioned this for me…for you,” I said, my voice shaking with the raw truth. “I signed those papers, Danil,to make things go easy and smoothly. I didn’t say I wanted this. I only wanted justice…not violence.”
He was quiet for a long moment, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, his hand, which had been resting on the arm of the chair, slowly rose. He reached out and gently cupped my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. The calloused skin was a familiar comfort against my tear-stained face.
“I know,” he said, his voice a low, rough murmur. “I know you’re scared,”
“I am,” I admitted, a fresh wave of tears spilling from my eyes. “And I don’t know what to do.”
“You don’t have to do anything, Katria,” he said, his eyes now soft, the coldness from moments ago completely gone. “You’re not a soldier. You’re not a member of the Bratva. You are…you. Just you, Katria.”
I shook my head hard, my tears now turning into quiet sobs. “No,” I said, a new terrifying truth dawning on me. “I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t just run away like this. I can’t just go back to my old life and pretend nothing happened. Remember, Danil, I signed those papers. I chose you. And now…I can’t leave. I need you. I need you to be here. I can’t do this alone.”
The words spilled from my lips, a wave of honesty I had kept locked away for so long. It was the truth. The raw, terrifying truth. I had trusted him. I had signed my name to his life. I was bound to him. And now, seeing him hurt, seeing him vulnerable, the thought of losing him was a cold, crippling fear.
A flicker of something powerful crossed his face. Surprise, perhaps. Or was it a form of relief? A weight he had been carrying, alone, for his entire life. He leaned forward, his forehead resting against mine. “Do you need me?” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.
“Yes,” I breathed, my tears wetting his face. “I need you now. I can’t lose you, too. Not when I finally—”
He didn’t let me finish. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his body shaking with a single, shuddering sigh. “I will not leave you, Katria,” he said, his voice a low, fierce vow. “I will not leave you. Not ever.”
The words, so simple and powerful, were the most honest thing he had ever said to me. They were not a threat; they were a promise—one made not in passion, but in the cold, brutal reality of his world.
He held me tightly, his promise echoing in my ears:I will not leave you. Not ever.
His grip was firm, almost desperate, and I could feel the tremor in his body. The scent of rain and his blood filled my senses, but it no longer terrifies me. Instead, I grounded myself.
I held him as tightly, burying my face against his neck, breathing him in.
The tears still flowed, but they were no longer tears of fear or anger. They were tears of a profound, shattering understanding. My heart, which had been a fortress of defiance, had finally, irrevocably, given in.
“Just rest,” I whispered, my voice raw. “Just rest, Danil.”
He didn’t reply, but his body seemed to relax against mine. The tension that usually held him so rigidly disappeared, replaced by the heavy exhaustion of a woman who had been fighting for too long. He had faced down an ambush, confronting his own mortality, and then, in front of me, laid bare a vulnerability he had never shown. He was spent.
I held him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my ear, the warmth of his skin against mine. The storm raged outside, the wind howling, the rain lashing against the windows, but in this moment, wrapped in his arms, I felt an inexplicable peace. It wasn’t the peace of surrender to a captor, but it was the peace of finding an anchor in the storm.
I thought of the handkerchief in my pocket, the hidden email, the storage unit. All those clues, all those mysteries. They were still there, waiting. But they could wait. For now, there was only this. Only us. A fragile, volatile, yet undeniable, powerful bond forged in the crucible of his dangerous world.
