Page 106 of Bratva Bride

Wait a second, is that Diego?

It was! Standing amongst the men waiting to defile my wife was that little shit stain, his eyes lit with excitement.

Motherfucker.

One of the men walked forward, heading towards my wife. My gut churned.

Oh God, I don’t think I can watch.

Father stared at the screen, a worried but thoughtful expression on his face. “She doesn’t look scared.”

I zeroed in on her face. My father was right. She didn’t look scared at all. If anything, she looked excited. Eager.

“What’s happening?” Lukyan demanded, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding the phone to his ear. His eyes darted to me impatiently.

“She’s about to fight some guy one on one.”

I described the scene for Lukyan as he drove, never taking my eyes off Illayana. I honestly felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest at any moment, like my body was going to shut down from all the stress and anxiety flowing through me.

Within a second, Illayana slit the man’s throat with one quick manoeuvre and I breathed a sigh of relief. That was until Diego and another man stepped forward. Then my heart sped up all over again. I could have sworn that I was going to end up having a fucking heart attack.

This fight lasted longer, was more hands on, more brutal. Every time I saw those fuckers swing at her, I wanted to wrap my hands around their throat and choke the life out of them.

“How far away are we?” I shouted, my grip on my temper and sanity at breaking point. I was going to snap.

My father tried to comfort me, whispering supportive things in Italian, but it wasn’t any good. Nothing could comfort me except having her in front of me unharmed.

“Not far,” Lukyan gritted out, focused on the road as he weaved in and out of traffic. He jerked off the highway and we sped down a long, dark road, driving further and further away from civilisation and deeper into the sticks.

Illayana stabbed Diego in the leg and kicked him away. Her and the other man circled each other, then she looked directly at the camera and winked.

Fucking. Winked.

“For fuck sake, Illayana,” I hissed, grinding my teeth.

When I got my hands on her I was going to punish the fuck out of her for that. For playing around when her fucking life was at stake.

The car came to a screeching halt and I finally looked away from the screen. A large house sat a few miles away, surrounded by mountains of dirt and an abundance of cars and motorbikes.

A knock at my window had me reaching for my gun. Dimitri stood outside the car, face hard and expression as dark and deadly as the devil himself. He stepped back as I opened the door, giving me room to slide out.

“She in there?” I asked, pulling out my gun and checking the chamber. Ready to go.

“Da. Lukyan said you were sent a video? I want to see it.”

“Trust me when I say there isn’t time for that. We need to go, and we need to go now.”

ChapterTwenty-Six

Illayana De Luca

Nero shook off the surprise of the explosion quickly and clicked his fingers repeatedly at his men. “Go check it out,” he barked, and half of them bolted out of the room.

The other half that remained exchanged looks of confusion, fear and worry.

I strengthened my stance and stared them down with the air of the Bratva warrior I was. “If you leave now, you’ve got a chance of making it out of here alive. But I can guarantee you, anyone still in this room when my father gets here will experience the most excruciating death he can think of. And my father has a very vivid imagination.” I smiled, the thought bringing me joy.

“Don’t listen to her,” Nero thundered, fists clenched at his side. “Even if that’s your father out there, there’s no way he’ll make it past my men. No fucking way. We’ve got all his guns, what’s he gonna do? Come at us with sticks and batons?”

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