Page 33 of A Bride for the Bratva Boss
Another biker stands slowly, cocking his head to the side, listening.
A faint sound reaches my ears, a vibration in the concrete floor.
A deep mechanical hum. Engines. Multiple engines.
The leader’s eyes sharpen. “Shut up,” he snaps, and everyone goes still.
We listen.
I hear it clearer now. Engines approaching fast.
Not motorcycles. Cars. Big ones.
My pulse hammers. He’s here.
My husband’s here.
The leader straightens. “Get your weapons.” Adrenaline spikes through the air like electricity.
I close my eyes. Not because I’m scared.
But because I believe with all my heart that when Danyl gets to the other side of that door there is nothing in this worldthat will stop him from going through and find me.
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DANYL
The ride to the Chrome Demon’s club house is a study in controlled fury.
Three black SUVs. Five men in each. No markings. No music. No chatter.
The only sound is weapons being checked and ammunition loaded.
I sit in the front passenger seat, hands open on my thighs, breathing slow through a storm of emotions that wants to rip me apart from the inside out.
Alexei is driving and keeps glancing at me. I don’t tell him to stop. Let him see.
Let them all see.
This is what happens when you take my wife.
Streetlights streak past. Brick buildings, shuttered shops, the occasional neon sign flickering.
As we cut deeper into MC territory, graffiti grows bolder, thicker, more territorial.
Spray-painted demons with blood dripping from their mouths shows a pathetic attempt at intimidation.
I lean forward. “Speed up.”
Alexei obeys instantly.
The headlights catch movement on the sidewalk. Two bikers stare at our convoy, cigarettes glowing, hands twitching near their jackets.
One of our men cracks the window and flashes steel.
The bikers disappear. Cowards.
I close my fist and my knuckles pop.
