Page 28 of Plus-Size Bride Forced By the Bratva
The man was much taller than I expected—larger and nearly three times my size. But what threw me off the most wasn’t that; it was the way he looked at me with condescension, as if I were beneath him.
Well, I was—literally. But that wasn’t the point.
“What did you say to me?” he asked, his voice deep and raucous, dripping with the Russian accent.
I looked him square in the eyes with my arms crossed. “I said to keep your voice down. You’re not the only one in this house.”
He snickered. “Little bird thinks she can fly now.” The mockery in his tone couldn’t be more glaring. “How ridiculous!”
“I’d watch my tongue if I were you,” I warned him sternly, voice low and venomous.
He leaned forward. “It’s a good thing you’re not me then.” His lips curled into a pesky grin.
My jaw locked, fingers curling into fists at my sides.
“You’re not the boss of me, little girl,” he added, disdain lacing his tone. “If you don’t like the sound of my voice, I’m sure you can find your way to the bedroom.”
My blood was boiling with rage, and I was on the verge of snapping out. I didn’t care how big he was; he was starting to cross a line, and there would be consequences.
“Piece of advice,” he continued, leaning his face closer to mine.
Big mistake.
“Stick to the script. Play the good wife, fuck my boss, and stay the hell out of my business—”
He was still talking when I smacked him hard across the cheek. The impact was so powerful that it turned his head to the side. His face reddened, and when he glared at me, his eyes burned with fury.
“Little bitch!” He seized me by the hand, his grip so strong it almost crushed my bones.
“Let go of me!” I struggled to squirm out of his hold.
Seconds later, he let go of me and stumbled backward, his eyes fixed on what was behind me. Fear crossed his face, and his gaze dropped to the floor.
Clearly, someone was behind me, someone he answered to.
Lev.
I smelled his cologne before he materialized beside me, his expression dark and intense. He glared at the man. He was about to do something drastic, something dangerous.
I rubbed my hand soothingly as I watched Lev approach the man in slow, deliberate steps.
“Boss…” he began to stutter, his voice trembling subtly. “I-I…. She hit me in the face.”
Lev halted in front of him, and I literally watched that huge man melt in his presence, like cheese in heat.
The air was thick with tension, and the man’s fear was obvious. This man was larger than Lev, taller than Lev, yethe bowed to an authority far beyond him. Tonight, I saw the difference between power and strength.
This man looked physically stronger than Lev, but Lev’s power was superior to his strength.
“Touch her again, and I’ll make sure they never find your body,” Lev said to him, his voice low but menacing.
It wasn’t just the words that were terrifying; it was the way he spoke them, cold yet fiery. Calm yet violent.
The man’s face paled, his bravado shrinking under Lev’s icy glare.
He pressed on without giving the poor man a chance to speak, “She belongs to me. And you will give her the respect she deserves.” His tone was dark, carrying both a protective and possessive quality.
The man, not daring to meet Lev’s gaze, gave a stiff nod.
